I found out that curiosity never killed any cat. 

I am not the hermit type of artist. Although I do respect the work ethic and high project yield that is so often associated with the hermit artist.  My art often involves me picking up my things and setting out to the middle of nowhere. I am the kind of person who actually looks inside of hollow trees to see if I might find something that was left inside. This is not crazy, people actually do place important things inside....especially me.

Art should be like Amelie’s father’s gnome. I like to think that I let it go and the way people get to know it takes longer and is more secret.  I imagine all the things I will never know about it, such as, where it has been to and how may people have touched it.

When too much time has passed and I haven’t explored I feel like a buoy  is wedged in my ribcage and the pressure it creates makes me march around in circles until I am out my door and miles away. I find myself on top of a hill looking at the world around me and I let out a breath that is long enough so that the buoy takes off like a rocket.