Remember these? Yeah, those nebulae and asteroids in theatrical colored light. At least I didn't have those asteroids lined up like beer bottles. They are properly tumbly rocks, ground to a soft roundness over the eons of dust, gravel, and minor collisions. According to some scientific speculations about the far, far future of the Universe, there may be nothing left at the end but these crunchy bits, grinding each other to dust in the near-total darkness of heat death. Consciousness and intelligence, by that time, will have long since been extinguished. Have a nice future!
"Beacon over Red Rocks" is acrylic on illustration board, 7" x 10", November 1991.