If we’d had the opportunity to paint together in the past whatever we would have made with the frayed bristles of our brushes would likely have reflected both our flaws autistic art unable to attend to its own subject matter finding themselves without a place within the museums of this woeful world’s walls In a way I regret what I put onto canvas when I was still capable of creating considering the sorry state of this gallery in which they will hang long after I am gone though if your heart is set and your happiness depends on the undertaking of such a collaboration I’m sure there’s other amenable artists out there somewhere whom you should be seeking instead of wasting your time sticking around this sterile studio where all the pigments have dried up