One of the trickiest
parts of being an artist is not getting in the way of the art.
I like to think of my
pieces as children, I can help steer them in the right direction, but
they very much have their own identity.
So when this series
started tumbling out, I did my best to stay out of the way and let them
be what they wanted to be.
And here they are.
Shaking their fists and marching into the world while I wave from the
porch and wish them good luck.
Another step in the
evolution.
