A new crop of crap. (I say crap, not because I mean it [entirely], but because it’s one of my favorite words).
The portrait is… my mommy. If there is a hint of desperation and sadness in the painting, it’s only because I subjected her to my folk music collection and to my talking about my folk music collection for a total of 6 hours, from which there was no escape.
I also updated my website a bit.