I miss psychedelic hippie art sooooo much. If ever I felt down, looking at 60s art always made me feel better. There was an intricacy and attention to detail that fascinated me. And always they emphasized color, color, color. Who could be sad with that much art swirling on the walls, on your clothes and furniture, on album covers, and even on your face. Modern tattoo art is beautiful, but its too serious and dark. Hippie art didn’t take anything seriously and often was not permanent. Elaborate pastels on the sidewalk bloomed for an afternoon and were gone. And that was okay. The ephemeral and living in the moment were watchwords for the time. I could do with something a little less serious these days.