Sunday, May 15, 2011
Often, folks come to the door and say, "no thx, we're eating." I wonder how many will someday say to themselves "gosh, I should have not eaten for two minutes to see what the artist in my neighborhood was doing." As if I'm some sort of corporate floozy, and their dinner is soooo important. Well, sure, it's their dinner, but how many times, in their lives, will an artist approach them at their door. Maybe never again. Dinner, on the other hand, will be there every night.