100 Words on My Old Paintings

Back before I figured out how to become a writer of modest acclaim, I was a painter of modest acclaim, and a friend whose walls over the years bore the fruits of those times called saying his walls had new tennats, so I headed down and retrieved them. A few of these were completely forgotten to me, and others, they look better than I thought. I wish the T on the green one was a little more muted, and the black one didn’t look like it should hawk the daily specials, but only experience schools one in demarcation and framing.