The days of glory have been replaced by the daze of sorrow. Entering these Autumn years, I know that the world isn't sad. It will continue for a long time and doesn't really care too much about our activities. Especially these rubbish pictures I do. But like a monkey I paint, its all I have, except my health, my family and friends, all my money, and property. Respect of strangers and the strange. Life is tough in this soft modern world.
