Sorry for the poor quality of this photo of a photo of an oil painting that no longer exists. Many years ago I prepared a large canvas, came home from work with nothing in mind, painted a moody background and went to bed. The next day I came home from work, tired as always, and painted a demonic figure I saw in a Goya nightmare print, and went to bed. The next night I came home from work and painted the Swiss scientist who was the first person to take LSD and he had a hallucination that one of his hands was huge. The next night, after work, I painted a figure from a Diane Arbus photo. The next night after work I painted a running figure from a Muybridge series, The next a figure from a Siqueros mural. And on the seventh night after work, to balance it, I painted Liza Minelli in the right corner. More than anything else, it may have been a record of the kind of life I lived for so many years.