Lights? LIGHTS?! They're namby-pamby GIRLS FAGS. Gotta be filters. Preferable Turkish and American tobacco, not that poor-white-trash-American-only weed.

The pleasure is *so much* in the sitting and looking for me, and the painting forces you to look even harder and to make no assumptions. Even if what you produce looks crap, it's still a valid record of your *looking*, if you see wot I mean.

I thrilled to hear your got your brushes wet!
JX