There is a chair at the center of the exhibit with an unknown provenance that’s rigged with a water color paint setup. I take a seat, and an attendant pulls a tray out over my lap. I take a paint brush, and think of something that feels like it does make sense, even if none of Lynch’s exhibit does. Thinking of the path Olga and I charted today, I bring things to an end by painting concentric circles. See you back at the fair next year.