You surely noted that the home page has changed on this website. This is because I have been in discussions with a loosely knit group of collectors who have expressed an interest in furthering my career and are planning to establish a major presence in the secondary (or re-sale) market of my work, which has become quite active of late. They have first expressed interest in acquiring older paintings and having me develop an authentication and, if necessary, escrow service to aid them in this pursuit. In addition, they have expressed serious interest in purchasing all my current work that is not available at galleries, as well as future works I may produce for a limited time. All I can say at this time is that discussions will continue until an agreement, if possible, can be reached. Apparently, someone has finally recognized that I'm now 60 years old and that there will eventually be a finite number of Lee originals available for purchase, and they want to have a head start in profiting from that eventuality. It is with this in mind that I am soliciting older works, especially from estates. I have been watching the secondary market in my work for several years and must agree that prices are all over the board and currently create an impediment to the furtherance of my career.

As plans for an authentication service become further developed, I will post them on my website.

Mary watches DVD's. She has a VERY large collection, including season after season of some TV shows. She has a few favorites, such as the movie "Babe" (about the little pig that could). But her favorites seem to evolve over time. Most recently, she has been watching "Charlotte Gray" a lot. I bought her the complete series of "The Gilmore Girls," which she watched, disc after disc, for almost a week. She also loves "McLeod's Daughters," which is a series popular down under. It is also a hit with Mary. She's watched the first few seasons several times, and I have a standing order with Amazon to send me new ones as they are released. So today, after she finally got up and dressed around noon, I got the fireplace all set for tonight's unneeded blaze (but which she loves and has come to expect) I turned on the TV (had to replace the 10,000-hour lamp a couple of months ago) and told her to pick out a DVD. Time passed. She couldn't decide. Or couldn't remember them. Or couldn't remember what she had set out to do. So I suggested that she watch the two years we have of the great 80's TV series "Northern Exposure." Certain that there were more than two seasons available now, I logged on to Amazon and ordered seasons 3-7. Thinking it would cheer her, I walked into the living room and told her that I'd ordered them. She shook her head and said "No!" I asked her why and she said something unintelligible and then waved her hands in dismissal, apparently both of me and the idea of getting more seasons. I don't know. I try. I try so hard. And it is not getting any easier. And it never will. Welcome to Mary's flavor of dementia ,or Alzheimer's, or whatever it is. More of the woman I love evaporates daily.

The other day I was talking to Mary about what I was going to get at the grocery store. I said I'd be getting some things that she might not like and made special reference to lasagna, which I had heard her say she didn't like at one time not long ago. She looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "What is lasagna?" I told her. Then I took an anti-anxiety pill.