Chiaroscuro

When I stopped painting I didn't even know it.
Because I had no idea that my own work had ended.

I was too busy being overwhelmingly sad that my mother had cancer...
and that my parents were divorcing...
and
also

just plain defeated that I was spending my days in an office...
typing and faxing...
alone...
and bored out of my mind...
while trying to understand why my boss maintained that mustache...
and then...
later,
how my newly appointed and anointed boss could be such a professional drug addict and still have a job...
and also attempt to fire me...
before I quit.