To my collection of thoughts. Thoughts? I guess, more specifically, the residue of thoughts. All paintings begin as an idea, a dream, a line of poetry, a puzzle, a small blinking light in the middle of a sleepless night, something glimpsed through the window, or from a fast moving car. But welcoming someone to enjoy "residue" is not very inviting. It implies dregs and scraps, but really paintings are "eventualities," archives of thoughts recorded in a different medium than words. Before we learned to speak, we had only pictures. Here's my stories in pictures.