In "The Omen" I confront the ancient concept of "kaimo", the Beast tears out the golden child out of my womb, yet the child sprinkles me with the gold dust of life and love. While these works seem mono-chromatic, specific primary colors are associated with my memory: red/blood (with surgery), black-white (old photographs), yellow (radiation), and brown-blue (iodine and Prussian blue, given to drink to absorb heavy metals). Other pieces will follow, some invoking the concept of space-time continuum in terms of maps and symbols. In all, it is not so much a commentary of the vagaries of nuclear power as on the vagaries of life.