There is a sense of hurriedness here, and the more I sat painting it as briefly as I did initially, and every time since gazing at it while considering the moment of time of arrival in the convention hall, I became stressed out. I could practically hear the hall, feel the heat of the people, and recall the crowds density that is so very much not portrayed here. The blue shirt is a large man who was present in front of me, not myself, I am invisible in this piece, my dog is the only thing present with me. In retrospect, this is an interesting way to view the world. Did I feel myself disappear in such a busy place? Is her being the only visible aspect of my disability why when painting this, I went away within it? What purpose did this serve, if any?