This painting is fairly recent but I completely forgot about it until stumbling upon it while doing some late, late spring cleaning. It’s sort of a sister piece to an earlier drawing of a satyr called “If Pan is Dead, Then Why Am I?” They both share some themes, although the painting contains more than the drawing. Also, at least this figure has a goatee. Just like its penciled sibling, this work demonstrates my woeful ignorance of anatomy, even half-human anatomy, and the hands in both pieces are an absolute embarrassment. I could express my dissatisfaction by crying, “Baa!” but fear Kathy’s reaction since she disproves of bad puns, be they Ovid or ovine. She also protests when I don’t wipe my hooves on the welcome mat.