Thursday night, I went to the Austin Table Tennis Club playing ping-pong. I was so bad. Anybody who played with me must felt bored to death. I ended it up playing with a robot most of the time. Anyway, it was a good exercise for me. Friday night I painted this painting as a visual diary, recording what I did. For this new subject matter, I don't quite know what I am doing, like I playing ping-pong.