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I've made some effort at selling my crap.  I've had some shows at a local bar, and I've gone to a couple of art fairs, and I have sold a few things but not many, and not often.  I have this fantasy of packing up my square tomatoes and hauling them out to Mexican restaurants where I think they would make a fine decor, but two years have passed now and I haven't done that so I guess I never will. You know, when you're doing art you are on top of the world, everything is under your control and there is a delightful surprise just after that last brushstroke, and when you come to a tough problem, inspiration slams you like lightning and what a ge

Just something I was thinking about early last fall.  I was out walking through downtown around 8:30 in the morning.  All these people hurrying off to work, many of the men wearing suits and carrying those awful sidebags that you know must be full of WORK.  And me walking around in shorts and t shirt, hands in my pockets, nowhere in particular to go, just whatever looked interesting around the next corner, heading for an area of downtown where I haven't been for awhile. Hazy morning, those low clouds flitting through, the city looked good, just had that feeling, you know, walking around on a cool summer morning, and around every corner the s