Paradise Lost - another fake-comic, or as my accountant says, “one more turd in the bucket.” As I painted through the miasma of a few more years in the seventeenth century colonial world, I had plenty of time to consider some of the meanings behind all the events. Anyone making a work like this has the time to consider what they consciously and unconsciously transmit through a narrative. The information seemed to coalesces through events in one place that alter the situation on the other side of an ocean. To consider what is real change, one is left with the impossible task of considering what pieces of the past are left to make a historical narrative and what was lost and therefore a description of change is nothing more than a hypothesis.