I am going to shred my paintings.  I just feel like clearing my space.It’s the only way to grow is to get them out of here.  I paint to express and I don’t fucking care about what I felt back then.   I want to feel differently and I do feel differently.  I have to move on.  Luckily I don’t like many of them anyways.   I’ve promised my sister in Fla that I would send her the Sax playing Jazz man ( she’s hinted to me enough that she wants it)   I am glad because that would be one of the harder ones to get rid of.   Maybe a couple will survive.  It’s happened before.  I’ve painted them all white again to start over.  I love a blank canvas.  I mean, I love a blank canvas like a cigarette on a fresh pair of lungs.   Some of my better times were walls filled with blank canvases.   That’s it I am painting everything white.