I find it ridiculously perfect that I still find this painting amusing and aesthetically in harmony with my brain.
I think I might still have it somewhere.
And then there is this one which was painted even earlier (1973?). The mysterious orange V which I scribbled into the surface has always intrigued me. I have no idea why I did it, except as a bit of Delphic graffiti in honor of my red haired son, Virgil, who arrived 17 years later.
