art

I started doing art long before art started doing me.  I used to be able to
keep it under control, except when it controlled me.  Sometimes the left
side of my brain is a gift-wrapped package to present as a present to the
present president.  Unless he is too stupid to realize that art is a form of
expression only when expression is not a form of art.  So I continued to
make art, until I reached a turning point; my doodles in pencil point were
turning into colorful drawings, paintings and photographs, except when they
are in black ad white.