I painted this on a full moon night at the end of a harder than average week. It occurred to me that the Week, as a concept and as a reality, is like the ultimate unit of measurement of our sense of self. In other words, after a hard week is coming to an end, we have really felt the edge of our selves as beings in the world. We have been defined and scarred and tattooed by that week, and a week can stand out as its own self-contained reality of our practical identity. A year is too long, a day perhaps too short…but a week : that is the way we exist.