A 14 × 14 inch, acrylic painting of the sky. A journal entry is handwritten on the painting:

“How is it that I have become a painter of clouds?  I’ve been alone for a few days, a glimpse of what it’ll be like when the kids are gone. It continues to astonish me how much I need to be completely immersed in order to paint well. I guess that’s what I like about it. Yesterday, I went to Eugenie and Tom’s place on the beach. Connie and David were there with their boys. And last night, Patrick’s place in Spanish Harlem.

7/17/11 noon
232 3rd St., Brooklyn”