Friday, January 13, 2006
' Are you a REAL artist?' the kids always ask. It would be interesting to know what their definition of a real artist is. I breath, therefore I make art? If you prick me, do I not bleed paint? I put on a small impromptu display to prove that somewhere in my soberly dressed, standard issue body there is a small artistic bone. And talking of bones, guess who stole the show?