The New Year

Herewith we begin Year Two of The Year of Magical Painting. Which is mathematically disintuitive, but there you are. I mean, shouldn't it be The Years of Magical Painting, if there are now two? Toothy question, yes?

The answer, however, is a simple one. It's not The Year of Realistic Painting, although my style is, I am sure you'd have to agree, surprisingly realistic. No. It's The Year of Magical Painting.

Magical.

That's the point. This shit ain't bookkeeping. It's magical.

How else could something like this be explained?

I've got my eye on you, Butchie.