Samson and a sausage dog. Silver man escapes the rain.

Rusty drain. Push and pulling crowd. Stuff like that strikes a spark and lights a reason. Excites and brings me back to open up to more. Work with those delicious surprises. Duchamp finds. Hopper windows. Brings me back again. Moments that will never be again and never were before. That’s a thought isn’t it? In the whole of existence. Whatever that is. The existence of whatever. How ever long that’s been.  But anyway long enough for me to be amazed. The moment is unique! The excitement of finding one I like and taking, and making it, to look at it again. Another way of engaging with it all, the stuff we exist in.