I hope the walls hold strong. Some of these paintings are overweight. But they have to be heavy and they are heavy for a reason, the reason is, I found them that way, and I plucked them into a new existence, far away from the wood grinder or the next boring housing development sight where all the houses look the same. Sometimes I think to myself that I work and think to fast, to the point where I lose something, Bill, remember Bill? Well Bill said to me yesterday, "Slow down, slow down like a Hippy, take it easy, you have a lot of time." He really did slow me down too. But right now I feel as if I need to disregard the speed limit and push forward because this is becoming a reality, the opportunity near, the day approaching, and I have no idea how I will feel when that day comes, I will probably be scared like a mad man, I could see myself not even making an appearance at the opening, and who will even come? Who will come? Who will I invite? Not many know me. I have family. Some friends. But I should not worry, maybe no one will come, maybe no one will even enter, but that is ok, at least it will be hung, hung over and heavy.