Im reflected in my paintings in more ways than one. This is Zelda in the Garden Alone. I once looked like Zelda, but not now. Ive aged, Zelda hasnt. Too bad it isnt the other way around. But then again, I wouldnt have wanted to miss the things those years gave me. There are times I envy Zeldas solitude. But most times I dont. I look at her and remember a time when I had time to paint. Those times will come again, I know, and when they do I know Ill look back and yearn for my once busy life.