This guy hung around in my flat files for about 3 months. He was about 75% done when I put him away because of commissions and holiday what not. Every time I opened the drawer he'd peer up at me with those puppy dog eyes and say "Finish me please" but alas the drawer was closed on him once more . . . until one day the drawer opened and he found himself hoisted back onto his rightful perch . . . my easel. In case you haven't picked up on it yet, I spend long hours alone in my studio with no one but the paintings to talk to, so a touch of insanity may creep in here and there when I right about my experiences as an artist. So without further do-do here he is, finished, in all his finished up, gloriously finished, completed self. "Henry VIII's Second Favorite Eggplant."