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. about 46" x 50".