Ab-Sinner

These were some of the elements present on the night I got deep into a bottle of absinthe, or absinth in the Czech preference. This "Bohemian Glass" was shipped neatly from Prague to me and I'm quite pleased with the results, although I can't remember many of the latter results, thus the need for more experimentation. If you click to enlarge here you can see the beginnings of a green fairy painting but that's about as far as I got on that night.

I did manage to get green paint on my Chuck Taylor's though I don't know how. Luckily it was still wet on the tiles in the morning so I could wipe it up. I'm sure that happened to Picasso on a routine basis. Ah, he probably had naked women to wipe up his paint. Well, I'm still young enough.

A fog lingers in the stark sunlight two days after. As it dissipates I take off for the west coast in search of the elusive path. I think I'm well equipped but time will be the judge. I tried to evolve a year too early. Release me now, Lord. Or was Nietzsche right?