I look at this photo and wonder how it might be perceived by others. Anyone who hasn't been in my studio couldn't make much sense of it. Late last night I snapped a picture of the corner of my so-to-speak bathroom. I like my eccentric world. It's not that crazy to me. Nor everyone. A couple of months ago, at our gallery opening, a woman examined the place, and said, "You've organized everything. Each object is in its place." She then told me she knew an older artist back in Germany. He lived on a boat, and although he was a very good artist, everything was in complete disorder. She was German, and had an eye for order. I understood that. Sometimes you run across a hidden order in the middle of apparent chaos. You learn how to survey the world with your practised eyes. I've had some good teachers. I've learned from them how to separate, and how to gather together. I've learned the essentials of how to live. You have to live intensely, and boldly enough, to be thankful for the experience.