Over time, for many years, I have tried to be true to myself, a replica of an ideal, perhaps, or of my parent’s wishes, however poorly reproduced in wayward living, but I have tried. * I have painted a scene with boats from a photo taken by my brother. Each boat was a copy of another boat with imperfections and variations. My images in watercolor were copies of what I saw in the photo, of what my brush affected, or of what I wanted to be there.