Just to make things perfectly clear, I live in a village of 20,000 people. Painter/Bloggers are hard to come by. Consequently, it was obvious that when Sarah Burns sent me an email announcement about her art opening at Weisinger's, I was at least going to make a brief visit. I handed the camera over to my seven year old and I now regret my blossoming paunch more than my variegated cut-offs. Shit, I can even take pride in my potential Beakerness. It is that damn paunch eruption that has my hands behind my back at a winery no less. Anyway, I think Sarah has potential. I'd buy this piece if I could: Not only is the painting essentially set in my backyard, it reminds me of that prick William Wray.I can call William a prick, because he has called me one. The thing is, the whole genre of representation freaks me out. I can't offer it anything. The steepness of Sarah's hill is daunting. Especially for someone like me who is groping in the valley.