My niece came into the studio, in the basement of the boarding house I was caretaking, owned by
my sister. I was working on this painting and handed her the brush, said, "Add something." With some
coaxing she finally added the Mcd arches in the lower right. I tried a few mounted like this one, the
tacks visible, probably came from Native American hide stretching, or my Father who trapped beaver
when I was pre-teen and I helped sometimes,

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