I love all projects great and grand. The excitement, the tingling feeling when you get started, anchors awheigh! But as soon as my project enters open sea, a certain kind of sickness, or nausea, sets in: How long must I suffer these Ups and Downs, will I ever be able to finish this? The hands above are but a small detail of a large kind of collage, or even mosaic, in oil. Working title: "Flesh". It will become a wry look at our civilisation and all our strange urgings underneath its well-polished skin -- or so I think. That is, if I ever get done.