So we’re having coffee once again, one of my favorite authors and I, and while he’s a decade younger than me, I still marvel at his relentless output.
Why do you pace yourself that way, I ask.
Because time’s running short, he answers.
As I said, he’s a decade younger.
Maybe we should talk to an older painter we know, a good decade-and-a-half ahead of me. The one who’s still painting furiously. Quite possibly better than ever.
Jnana's Red Barn 