When I go to my studio the first thing I do is paint a head. It's my way to warm up. Sometimes I continue painting heads the whole day. Bodies and limbs demand compositional consideration but a head can stand alone and substitute for a whole person. An arm or a leg can't do that. My head is full of people and I imagine stories to match their heads - some I know and love and some I don't. The heads I paint often suffer so I don't have to. If only it were that simple and magically sometimes it is. I am also grateful for my head. It works hard. It keeps me employed, smiles at strangers and sees into the souls of others - or at least imagines it does.