Though I don't have any quirky stories to go with this painting, I am amazed how much detail and recall I have of this time and place. Painting is a peculiar activity. It activates my brain and memory unlike anything else I do. For instance, I remember those pavers cutting into my butt after several hours work. Then I distinctly remember climbing onto a ledge with grass. So, not only does my mind remember but my body does as well. I have always had trouble focusing in general. When I draw, everything falls away. I can sense the neurons and synapses connecting. I become ambivalent to time and place, yet those very notions are being etched into the folds of my memory. Weird, no?

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