“My head, it says, ooooooh, forget it. My heart, it says, don’t let go.” This is how I remember it, anyway, and let us run with whatever wings our way at the moment. Theoretically, this is the end of the book. But the beauty of here is that I can do whatever I want. A rambling title? Sure. Eighteen images that may or may not relate to each other? Yes. Within this template, which I carefully chose for its simplicity and resolutely resist altering, the options are open.
There is no sink actually in the studio. But there are two finishing pages to the thesis: a sheet of shiny red paper and a plastic bag to hold multi-colored shapes. It was meant to be a game to play, the red page is the board and you could (more than theoretically) make new art. I did, in 1990, and glued them to another, larger, sheet of paper. Hence, there’s only one piece left in the bag, though many ways to keep playing the game.