Working in a studio in South Austin at this time. I was more than a little manic. I was on Wellbutrin and feeling unreasonably well. I would go to bed around midnight and wakeup at 3 or 4 feeling rested. Paint, mess with my cricket colonies, and go to the 24hour Homedepot for supplies, all before the sunrise. This went on until I crashed hard several months later. I liked this piece. It felt happy. It is ironic that I do my "happiest" work when I am in my depths and my "darkest" when I feel grounded. I think you see.