I don't know if this painting is finished, it hangs over the television so I see it prominently every day, and mom hated it. This morning when Imogen sent me a photograph of James Baldwin in Durham, NC where we lived for some years when I was a kid, it brought me to this painting when my parents were my whole world. And my first meditation nirvana experience was about 10 or more years ago when I looked at this painting and thought about all of the qualities I appreciated in them, and felt this depth of gratitude for all that they have given me, making me a part of them, and them a part of me, and the mediation went blast off into bliss.