A surreal Red Hook painting, the eighth in the series. Not to worry; I'll be moving to a different location for the next one. This one is 8x10 oil on panel.
I'm currently reading the fabulous biography of John Keats by Walter Jackson Bate. In his late teens, Keats knew he wanted to be a poet, but he did not know what to write about. So, at first, he wrote poetry about writing poetry. How modern.