In 2012 my wife Marsha was dreadfully sick. It was truly an excruciating situation of unrelenting pain. It was made all the worse by a medical profession that was at a loss for how to respond. It was a time of simultaneous panic, horror and boredom. And It was this boredom that gave rise to all this analysis. I was 50 years old at the time, and, although this had been a project of youth, it was still remarkably fresh in my mind. I think some of my younger thoughts may have been inchoate. Perhaps age as well as subsequent drawing projects made it seem clearer. I had taken an extended break from drawing after moving to Miami Beach in 1992. The move created a set of circumstances that made systematic work just too difficult for a time. Yes I had let it go; but I was never entirely happy with this ad hoc decision. I think the lengthy process of rehash here may have been a factor in my return to artwork the following year. For the artist in me about to awaken from hibernation this may have been the equivalent of "as seen on last season of artwork by Gill."