The wording for my artist's statement for the Form Not Function show has gelled in my brain, although it's not one of those crazy statements that make you say, "WHAT?" when you read it. I really love those. They remind me of the food critic in my local newspaper who wrote the wierdest wine columns--it was like he dropped acid before a tasting. His favorite descriptors were damp saddles and forest floors. I always wondered which side of the saddle he was referring to. I'm sorry, but I would not drink a wine reminiscent of a horse's back or it's rider's sweaty rear end!
Okay so that's my thought for the day, lalalalala.