A couple of weeks ago I attended a great sketching event at the Art Institute. We sat in one of the Modern Art galleries (there were about 25 of us, I think, I became so absorbed in the sketching for the entire hour and a half). The artist leading us gave us the assignment of juxtaposition, instructing us to take small parts of one work and put them in different places, or to take parts of many works and put them together in a new one, which is what I did. I used what attracted me in six different works to sketch this new one, which I did not have time to finish yet. Anyway, why am I telling you this? Well, it got me thinking about the word, juxtapose, juxtaposition, and about fiction, and life, and how many of my stories are made of juxtaposition, taking parts of life and putting them in different places, near other parts of other stories. It’s playful and concentrated and creates a new way of looking at things, and more often than not an enlightened understanding. The parts of works juxtaposed here are from the art work of Öyvind Fahlström, Christina Ramberg, Ed Ruscha, Wanda Pimentel, Ed Paschke and Benny Andrews.