The largest palm frond from the plant in the attic fell over the other day, bending the stem too much. I guess it grew too large to stand up, and with the limited light during the winter, the stem wasn't strong enough to hold it. I cut it off and have been placing it around the house—just a case of making art from a mistake, or lemonade out of lemons. The frond tends to make everything it's posed with look more exotic. Behind it is my oldest existing painting, done in 1973 when I was sixteen. I alternate between thinking of it as my version of a prehistoric cave painting, and a close up view of an old French mustachioed artist named Emil, lol.