Last night late or early, depending upon how you gauge such things, I listened to an interview with George Condo and another person on YouTube.. The other guy is pretty famous and had been in NY during the same period as George. Now I like George fine. He appears to be genuine and his remembrances from the time period were populated with personal acquaintances and places they used to live and/or frequent. They were anecdotal, you might say. The other person who was rather tall and slender, spoke only in generalities and seldom mentioned other individuals and places save for a few galleries and or curators---and, of course art museums. His voice reminded me of a snake-oil salesman of old, strangely monotone and yet hypnotic. I don't think the guy has ever had a close relationship with anyone but himself---but I could be wrong. Could be. This is a not a great piece, of course, but I liked the expression on the listener. I did several drawings during the 'listen' and didn't consciously tell myself I was going to draw anything other that what came out of my head. This means I wasn't going for character recognition, for instance. This is a 6 by 4.5 inches gel pen drawing with color pencil and another sketchy example of Original Jones Art as he awaits the dark visitor here in northwest Austin, Texas.