July 30 my best work

Our house is hung pretty densely with work, much but not all of it mine. For a long time we had a reproduction of a Rembrandt self-portrait that hung prominently in the living room. Gradually it got displaced by other things until at last it hung obscurely in a rather dark hallway. A non-artistic friend wandered through the house looking carefully at everything, asking questions and commenting. He came to the Rembrandt, stopped, stared for a long moment. Finally he said, “Y’know, I think that’s the best thing you’ve done.”