Fully Fed ... Number Twelve!

Most people, were they painters and had come up with the idea of counting down their top twenty paintings of all time, would grab a yellow legal pad and their favorite Mont Blanc, pour a couple of fingers of Evan Williams Green Label, turn on the Yo-Yo Ma and make a list.  Cross some out, move some up, others down.  You know -- all the stuff involved in making an actual list.

Me?  Not so much.  I'm just kind of choking it up as I go, in reverse, which is harder.

Like hairballs?
Exactly like hairballs.

There may come a day closer to the end of the year when I look at the list I've created on the fly and revise the order.  That day is not today.

Thus I give you, at least for now ... [drumroll] ... NUMBER TWELVE!

The Annotated Fed.

Some paintings the portrait itself seems to dominate.  Most, actually.  Others, the writing seems to be the dominant feature.  Of all my Wall Street paintings, I love the balance between the annotations and the image on this one the best.  It truly feels of a piece.

I'm not even sure it's number 12; it might belong in the top ten.