Digging through a dusty old box with brochures and old photos from the '90s, I pulled out this snapshot that Neil, my previous husband, had done of three clay monk sculptures I had finished painting. They were drying outside, getting ready to be shipped to my fave gallery (Trios in Solana Beach, CA), nearly twenty years ago. I still love the way they seemed to be sharing a quiet joke between them. I wonder where all those sweet little dudes are now. Sometimes I really miss them.