It Just Goes To Show, If You

What I Love About The Sculpture Is That It Makes The Bones That We Are Always Walking And Playing On Manifest, Like In A World That So Often Denies The Reality Of Death And The Reality That We Are Surrounded By And Outnumbered By The Dead. Here, Is A Very Playful Way Of Acknowledging That And Acknowledging That And That Always, Whenever We Play, Whenever We Live, We Are Living In Both Literal And Metaphorical Ways On The Memory And Bones Of The Dead.

In My Opinion, Actual Heroism, Like Actual Love, Is A Messy, Painful, Vulnerable Business—and I Wanted To Try To Reflect That.

She Left Me Enough To Rediscover The Great Perhaps.

Not To Ask The Obvious Question, But Why Alaska?

Margo's Beauty Was A Kind Of Sealed Vessel Of Perfection--uncracked And Uncrackable.