Roamimg.

     The art will go where it will, taking on the forms prescribed to it. Seperate from the individual but living inside him. In the wind. It is taken up where it is found - enigmatic - yet real. Ready to be incorprated into anyones world view. A ready made basis for all existence - human. Knowable to only one, inspirational to everyone

     Talking to someone is a lot like playing a game of tennis. Except we are both playing a different game, on a different court, hitting a differnt ball