what's the fold? what am I holding back? not sure which is harder at this point, working on the paintings or writing some halfway interesting copy? last night I dreamt I was in a restaurant and there was a very light game of floor hockey about to take place. about on the level of table top napkin field goals, but sticks were passed out... the one I got was broken in half and I had to go to he waitress station and find me a new one and some kind of a puck to slap around. the one below was Bergen and the one above is pretty fresh. not sure I'm not going to be able to leave it alone. take a stick to it or something. they're both about 46" x 50".
this got revised. summer 2012