What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something? ... Work and love.

My short attention span has allowed me a life of diversity in work and place.

I tell you these stories because these things happen to everyone. It's not about being starched or polished or cute or polite. It's about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass. It's about seeing something for the first time and making a million mistakes and not ever getting completely discouraged.

My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.

We could speak about the meaning of life vis-a-vis non-consequential/deontological theories, apodictic transformation schemata, the incoherence of exemplification, metaphysical realism, Cartesian interactive dualism, revised non reductive dualism, postmodernist grammatology and dicey dichotomies. But we would still be left with Nietzsche's preposterous mustache which instills great anguish and skepticism in the brain, which leads (as it did in his case) to utter madness. I suggest we go to Paris instead.

Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.

I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I'd like to explore the world of multiples - etching and prints.