Janz recently visited a famous museum. On the first floor a passageway has been constructed for the public to walk past an area under reconstruction. At the end of this passage Janz noted a wall with a large dark rectangle, pitted with nail holes and old paint, the sort of surface best suited for his kind of tranformative drawings. When the guards were turned away Janz drew with blue tape: Blue Mountain. This drawing was viewed by many passersby. At the end of March Janz slowly transformed the image, eventually erasing it. The mountain had appeared, then disappeared, the Museum none the wiser. As if on a journey in the Sierras, only the photos remain.