Thank you, Peter (et al), for the kind words. If only it were true! I'm 54, have an incurable heart disease, and haven't had an expo of my paintings since the ill-fated one in LA (Venice Beach, to be specific). The drugs that my MD has prescribed to control my blood pressure (and possibly prevent a 3rd heart attack) make me so dopey that I can hardly paint any more; I fear that my "success" (a dubious proposition at best) will be posthumous. Anyhow, thanks for looking. It really means a lot to me.