Hell, since my text’s got to fit on seven pages, I’ll need to race through only a few of upwards of three hundred paintings by JF—that many good ones anyway, he cracks—and I’ll have to shrug off altogether a thousand drawings, a number of sculptures and prints, even several performances, videos, and video-installations (some tapes were stolen, others JF’s planning to have fixed to see what’s on them). Of course and as usual, no one’s bothered to write down this history. Well, here goes, and it won’t be the most elegant beginning.