This is a painting I tossed in my junk box over a year ago, the boring version of it. This week I happened upon it for no particular reason except to say that maybe it was whispering to me, saying, “Hey, come on now! I’m not so broken I can’t be fixed. Give me another shot.”

A forty-year detour through retail, portraiture, and a pandemic - and one tipped-over Buddha statue - led to this gallery.