​       I am old, and it is time to dust off the unfinished canvas and print that languish in corners like abandoned hungry cats. Their presence bothered me, while I spent years "making a living" and catching up after a precarious start.
       Now, time betrays me, and i imagine a   dumpster while pondering which attachments      will sustain what's left, before my hopefully          - grateful termination.                                                   These silent spectators should be fed , or     

                              put to sleep.