No, I'm not on drugs, although maybe the smell of linseed oil and oil paint is starting to get to me. The funny thing about this painting (in my humble opinion) is that even though there is all this crazy brushwork going on it is starting to read as a cold, hoar frosty kind of morning. At least that's what I see when I take my glasses off. That reminds me, time to phone the optometrist's office as I think I need new glasses. Seriously!!