my soul for a buck?

Holding onto the past is a corrosive stance. When I finish a painting, it becomes the past. Ergo, I believe I’ll go ahead and stop holding onto them. If I have a painting you want and you make me an offer that will allow me to continue to eat AND paint, I’ll send you your painting. Heck, I’ll even throw in six cups of vicissitude, without even bothering to look up the definition. I must warn you, though, that my craft is expensive to uphold.

If you know me well enough to trust my impeccable good character, toss me a line and I’ll grab it. We’ll pull close in a spirit of good old-fashioned camaraderie and trade or barter as friends. If not, I’ll figure out some sort of Paypal thing online and we’ll do business like the soulless capitalists we are. If two people want the same painting and both offer me enough paper rectangles for my material gladness, then I suppose we’ll just have to make an essay contest out of it. You’ll be forced to write three paragraphs (a paragraph, by definition of my high school English teacher, must have at least five sentences) on the topic of why my painting will look best on your wall.

Here, then, is my email: jlbarkey@hotmail.com

post script. if you are interested in a painting, please inquire as to details such as size. They range from hugemongous (three feet by four feet) to teensy weensy (seven inches by nine inches).

Also, I won’t be in a position to mail most of them until after Christmas.