This small painting on the Madleine Phonebooth is done, and now I have moved onto bigger and better things. I am now working litterally big... like 7X3 feet big to simulate the claustrophobia of these big city - little boxes. Bigger struggles arise obviously. Reflections are harder to simulate. Rather than one small stroke of white, I'm forced to dissect the forms into pieces.

I have been offered to work on Sergio's 'Hillary' painting in the photorealistic style in exchange for all that he learned from his 'master' that he can teach me. I have been told to first determine what I really want... 1) to get into the Ecole des Beaux Arts and create a complete portfolio of work and cement an 'applicant personality' or 2) really focus on just painting for paintings sake to cement my 'artist personality'. They are 2 very distinct goals.

I have not figured out which one I want to spend my year focusing on but I need to decide soon enough.

Also, I have no desire to go out anymore. I don't know if that's a product of laziness, oldness, lack of people that I really connect to, or just plain understanding that one night of work is more valuable than 4 pints of beer, unintelligent conversation, and the shits the next day. I also had my first real bout of missing the US. I never thought it would happen, but it certainly did.

This was part of my work space until I came in one morning and all of the shit in my studio disappeared. Such is the way things go around here. Once a cozy place, it has now become really a work not lounge area. I think it's better this way. As my old Friendly's manager once said 'if there is time to lean, there's time to clean.' Who knew friendly's breeds such peotic geniuses?

Jeff Koons is at Verseille. Which is the most amazing venue that I can think of. A huge collection of his most vulgarly kitsch work is spread throughout the palace. I am very very excited about this, but I think it would be all worthwile if B. KANE were here to experience it too.