I think it is time for another painting of Shepherd. This one here was done four, may e five years ago. Shepherd is my my only son among five girls. He is now thirteen years old and shifting from a boy into a man. Sometimes I wonder if making paintings of my children is what I should be doing and I remind my self of Morandi and his bottles. At some point an artist must decide what he is about and just faithfully work there. The great French painter Degas said, "All I ask is for my own little corner where I can dig assiduously." having children and living lives with them that is tightlynwoven pulls you into a powerful mystery. They are very like you and yet so very different. You are in in part responsible for their very existence. (what if I never asked Brenda for that dance back in the spring of 1985?) They are mortal and yet in God's new heaven and new earth they will live forever. The paintings all circle around these puzzeling mysteries and they could easily keep me pondering and painting for the rest of my life.