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It’s been a while since I posted on this page, though this is most certainly not the only disaster in recent history. I’ve squirreled several away somewhere, and will eventually post. This one – painted sometime in October or November of 2015, I believe – as is perenially the case, I was fixated on the water, and incredibly focused on making the water look the way it did to me in life. And I think I got it pretty well. But the effort I spent on that was all I had to spare. It was a busy scene from a dock near the fish processing plants in Gloucester. There were tons of seagulls which initially were to be part of the painting. I tried one, with freezing hands, and it didn’t work. I tried some of the buildings and boats on the opposite shoreline and then, abruptly, I Had Had Enough. I stopped, when home, never looked at it again (until it was dry and thus beyond repair.) I suppose if I cut it down so the unfinished green hill were gone, and about 1/3 of that long ugly cement pier in the foreground it might be salvageable. But for nwo my time would be better spent making better paintings.