I bought this painting about thirty years ago. Everyone I knew at the time thought I was crazy for buying it.  I’ve always liked it and thought it represented me and my feelings superbly.  Today, if I were to think about representing my sense of solitude, I would stick with this.  My feelings from thirty years ago are somewhat different and I have no real desire for this solitude in life, except when I’m writing and don’t want to be disturbed.