London

There’s not enough time in the day to see all the art that is in this great city. There also isn’t enough time for me to sit back and draft a loquacious response to my travels. So for now, all I can say is I’m productive, more than I’ve been in a long time.

I get up in the morning, rush out the door, zip past the commuters in the subway. I’m on my way to the art museum and Sargeant, Vuillard, Van Gogh, and John are waiting for me. So step on it!

I burst through the museum entry doors like a greyhound off at the gate, I march through the museum like I own the place, the echo of my cowboy boots high in the halls. When I reach Bellows, Bernini, and Bonnard, I look ’em right in the paint…and draw.

The following are the best of the mass.