The coloring book completed, the arms, fingers, and soul rested. It also began to think again about paint. Thoughts marinated, fermented, and the results were close to, if not just as good, as the perfect half-sour pickle. As the paintings took shape, it became apparent that these were portraits of sorts. Currently they appear to be siblings, though they could be also categorized as moods. They feel tryptych-ish, needing one another for comparison and distinction. If they wind up on your wall, you can display them as you see fit. That is your right and don't let anyone try to tell you otherwise.