Richard took this photograph of me at a 4th of July party. I’m doing my impression of an old crotchety man. (I have a cane because I sprained my ankle recently.)
For some reason, I love this photo… it’s one of those photos that I fantasize about putting on an artist’s statement, because I think, “This photo of me serves as advance warning that I’m a strange person. Certainly, my art can’t be stranger than this photo.” But it can, and it is.
I feel like this was a pretty boring post, but… but… I’m falling asleep at the keyboard now; good night. (Coffee? Where’s my coffee, secretary?! Oh… I am the secretary. Sigh.)
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