This was the image I had referred to earlier, I pulled out an old piece that was done early in my first semester of school.

It has stayed with me all these years. I have dragged this last remaining piece around. It is tattered and coming apart, the rice paper fibers worn with age. I never really much thought about it until now. I’d see it on occasion when moving papers in the studio and office. I’d set it aside and continue along. I guess it is long about time it has come out.