When I couldn't move about so much months ago I had to figure out how to distract and amuse myself. I scribbled alot in my sketchbook. Then I tried making simple paintings on square blocks of hardboard. They sold successfully in two different venues which prompted me to make more. At first they were a project I made up to amuse myself. I didn't think at the time that they had any value. But they do in the fact that they exist as a piece of artwork I made out of my hand even if they aren't big colourful paintings. Once I saw how they are still part of my body of work I liked the idea of making them as a little bit of the story of myself at this time and place. They don't have any particular meaning altogether. They are snippits of ideas that pleased me to set down.