Egg Tempera on Hahnumühle Anniversary Edition paper. As the years run on and I have let go of any kind of ego association with painting (and it's essential to let that go), the appearances of various forms have fascinated me. This one and a good number of others are strewn with body parts. I see toes, buttocks and breasts. I didn't paint these. They just seemed to want to be seen. There's some kind of ecstasy to all this. A celebration of abundance and life.