Changing Horses There is an axiom against changing horses in mid stream but I have no real choice Fortunately I am on dry land and although I have been galloping along, paintbrush in my front paw, I will dismount and saddle up my writing pony. Let me roll the finished canvases and stack the dried paper before I depart to Paris where the room I have to paint is limited to the spread of my lap. I will paint in words or scribble in jumbled letter-form. Did I mention that the apartment I have inhabited these past ten plus years in Paris had once been a stable?