After I got back from visiting my father, gone seven days, I had seven messages waiting for me.  All seven were robo-calls from election day.  I unplugged my phone anyway and spent the next two days in a beautiful, satisfied silence....

...painting, the whole weekend spent living in my paintings, such a gorgeous place to reside.

After the second day I decided I was the World's Greatest Mediocre Artist. 

I was thoroughly happy. 

self-portrait of the day.