I missed last week’s update. A Thanksgiving cold had me laying low. Additionally my heel spurs and hand/wrist pains returned. I suspect the dark colors, especially black, may be an unconscious response to physical pain. This past year has a never ending peeling away of layers of self-identity. If I am like an onion in that I have layers, am I also like an onion in that my layers are finite?

Enough morbidity, onto the paintings.