This is my photo of a painting in acrylic, as I recall, by an artist whom I admire named Keith Miller. He lives and works in San Miguel de Allende. At least I think he still does. It was taken at a gallery opening there with the artist’s permission. The artist was quite intoxicated but not so far gone that he was incapable of giving informed consent . . . is how I sized up the situation at the time.
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On an unrelated matter . . .
The realization of the grand scale of the things that I do not know was so exhilarating and so liberating that I have instituted a crash program to unlearn the pitifully little that I do know. The shorthand term for that crash program is “aging.”