Box Office Numbers

Big day at The Year of Magical Painting.  Six hundred or so people stopped by.

I find numbers like that astounding.  Humbling.  No, not humbling.  But gratifying.  Imagine six hundred people just stopping by to extract from TYOMP whatever it is they hope to extract, the way a bee visits a flower, or a vampire visits an excruciatingly hot young woman whose initial gasps of terror soon give way to something deeper, darker, primordial -- the sounds naughty girls make, in the darkness, on the edge of town.

Is that too much?
Maybe a little.
But the Springsteen was strong.
Yes it was.

I'm thinking it's my new alphabetical paintings.