When H. came to visit me yesterday she reminded me that, roughly between 2004 and 2010, my weight dropped considerably. I became Stephen-King THIN. Everyone thought it was because I'd gotten hospitalized, but, really, it was because I was painting non-stop and must have held at least three exhibits within that time frame.

Oil painting is unhealthy. Rectified turpentine can actually kill you.

I dread going back to painting again, but I have to do three big ones to replace the existing  art in M.'s cafe. As a matter of fact I plan to change the paintings there at least once a year.

I just might decide to do this set in acrylic.