The studio looked like the aftermath of a bomb blast. For weeks before the show, it had seen a frenzy of activity, and was rarely tidied up after the frenetic, manic, and daily bouts of painting. The ASLD show, however, had been a total bust, and afterwards, the studio became a depressed dumping ground of unwanted paintings, and all the other considerable items needed to stage a show. I simply did not possess the fortitude to put it back to rights. I just shut the door. And