Sailing, painting, eating, and friending has enriched my last 24 hours. I am happy, if not a bit weary.
One other thing. I have always shied away from calling myself an artist. There is something presumptuous about it, something a bit too final for my liking. It's like calling yourself a lover, or a believer, or something equally ambitious. A four year old observer of this painting asked if I was one. I asked him what an artist is. He said an artist is someone who likes to paint. What do you think an artist is? Is the four year old right?