This week, after serious consideration (in an attempt to avoid doing what I thought I might do), I painted 8784 tiny white dots on a new painting. The number may be just a very close approximation, but, regardless, it made my eyes hurt a little. My wife, though she knows me as well as anyone at this point, was genuinely perplexed at my willingness and ability to follow through with this choice. I know, without a doubt, that it was the only way to make the painting that needed to be made… still, there are thousands of thin white lines, and black dots, and black lines to do to finish the piece. It could easily be an extremely boring painting to most people… good thing that that doesn’t matter to me. I am tempted to keep on writing here, but I will opt to retire now, and return soon… say good-bye to June.