FOUND and c-minor

This message does not pertain to my hat, which is still missing along with forty dollars cash, the keys to my car, the car, two bottles of rum, half a carton of cigarettes, and the bullwhip I bought in Gatlinsburg, TN in 1996. I would like them all back sometime, preferably unspent, unharmed, undrunk, unsmoked and unused.
However, something has been found or, rather, someone. I've recently corresponded with the sister of my best friend in high school, and received his phone number yesterday. Got his voicemail. Called him up this morning and we talked. Was refreshing to hear him after two years of absence. To sum it up: he's been working a managerial position at a college bookstore, I've been painting. Feels good, knowing he's alive and well, I had my doubts this past year. There was some talk of cancer some months before we lost track of each other in moves.
Here's a painting called "Loom of the Land", a title taken from a song by Nick Cave on his album: "Henry's Dream". The song just fits the painting's mood, but then it could have easily been called "Christina the astonishing" or "Where the wild roses grow".
I digress.
Another note since this is becoming somewhat a journal blog, moreso than either exhibition or opinion... I'm a manic depressive, and the other day my sister relayed to me something I had said following a hospitalization a few years back, which I had forgotten probably the moment it was uttered. I must have still been out of sorts, because I said, "The nurses were (are?) on the other side of the door, plotting to steal the key to my music." Musical keys. It was probably a minor key. I'm all majors anymore even when I play blues it turns major all the time... carry over from a prolonged obsession with the violin. I wonder if "Adoration" by dvorak? was a minor key. I loved to play that song. yah.
Loom of the Land.