despite my angst-ridden life, i tend to make caricatures that friends call "cute". maybe it's an unconcious attempt to hide or lose myself in my art. oh, and don't think of that observation as something profound. i often think of my art as stomach gas. if i hold it inside, it's painful. to find relief i have to pass it out, yet the only people who will understand and symphatize will be those who have find themselves in similar situation before, he,he. hmmm...at this point i want you to imagine an exhibit of smells...
