sold.

Awe, shucks. The Franzen's bought a sculpture from me, I'm so happy. All packed, hitting the road in the morning. Going east.

Thinking about how my wanderings the last few years might be becoming the subject of my work, rather than happenstance to facilitate it. All this packing and residency-hopping has become an art project. Is that why I feel the urge to do these long-distance hikes now? Straight- up rambling. Hobo style, you only got what you can carry and what's in your head.