Journal: Letter and Apple Slices
6" x 6", oil on linen panel
It's sleeting outside my studio window, and inside I'm looking at a bowl I bought a lifetime ago at a now-vanished Asian pottery shop in Washington, DC, and a letter sent to me half a lifetime ago when I was living in Rome, and here in Vermont while I'm painting these things, I'm listening to Neil Young sing about memory, and loss, and moving on.