Every time I passed the television this weekend someone was getting beat up. After a while I asked my son about it. “It’s a Knock Out Sports World Marathon,” he said. “A reverend just beat the crap out of a convenience store owner.” This was deeply interesting so I sat down to watch. In a manner of minutes I saw a co-ed, a forty-five year old truck driver, and a lady-lawyer get laid out. It’s no wonder that I woke up the next morning with a new definition of art: When life punches, art punches back. If it’s a good connect, it’s good art. You can add this definition to the hundreds out there. It’s one reason I paint, anyway. Something smacks me upside the head and I respond.