It may say something about me, about my life; that I drew a larger version of this, got it copied in black and white, added the color to the original, had both versions reduced to a printer-friendly size, gave one to my friend, Port Townsend librarian and surfer, Keith Darrock, just as I was finishing up one painting job, rushing to another, and, not for the first time, I threw my thermos into the bin in the passenger seat, only to discover, once I arrived at Beckett Point, that I had coffee spilled on my going-home t shirt, on the original copy of a poster I’d recently finished, and… on this.
Maybe it’s just another line I keep breaking; another reminder that so much is temporary. Or maybe it… I don’t know; here it is, stains and all