ABSTRACT
The feeling came to the author after the sessions with Keith the author could do anything—painting, sculpture, composing, and writing—only if he created the space to engage in them. As he wrote earlier, Tuesday afternoons became a "sacred time". The author didn't take any seminar or class at University of California Los Angeles that would conflict with that special afternoon and, when challenged, he told family and friends that sanity depended on it. Going to Keith's class was the autrhor’s way to ensure that he would continue to paint in spite of his other commitments, professional and personal. The artists, who talked a lot as they painted, created mostly small figurative motifs, while the author was doing some abstract inventions. At one moment, all of us went with our brushes to the same right hand corner and that unusual concordance felt like such a unique meeting of the minds that it suddenly became a celebration.
