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

“Even though it’s not too windy down here, the clouds are moving fast and I’m just guessing. I can’t tell if those shadows are yellow or red or do I care? I’m on my way to Teto’s memorial. I hope I feel less anxious and lonely when I get there. It was good to talk about to Frank about Teto this morning. Everything else seems so trivial, but maybe things will change by the time I get to the Bronx if not before.

11/12/17 12:30 p.m.