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Aug. 14, 74

Dear Lucy, 

I'm still counting (2,166,003 as of this morning) and making those personal "feeling" or "psychological" paintings on canvass board. The paintings have taken on a greater importance for me recently. Some of the latest ones are titled - 

1. I'm afraid of death
2. I dreamed I could fly
3. Sabby makes me angry when he barks
4. I'm afraid to sleep alone in the house
5. I'm afraid Benita didn't get home safely. 
6. I dreamed my sailboat was spotlighted on a stage.
7. Paul inflicts his need to be perfect on others
8. I feel like crying.

As you can see, the subject matter has become more immediate and "everyday" rather than deal with the past ("Mom I lost the election[[strikethrough]] s [[/strikethrough]]") I've also had one full dream that I've been able to paint. 

So things have been going very well here in Southampton. You have a standing invitation to come out here for some ocean when you wish. Bring Charles and Ethan for