The plastic covering the work table showed clear evidence of a vigorous painting session. Edge-to-edge, use the big brush with gusto painting, probably the base layer for whatever was to come after those colors were dry on the papers. But look at those colors! Feel the rhythm of those black lines, a tiny, unintentional echo of Duchamp's "Nude Descending a Staircase." It's the movement, along with the colors, that had me stopping to appreciate a piece of plastic.