A three year old came into the Cafe/Bar the other night and pointed to one of my exhibition pieces. Apparently he liked it. His mother handed it to him and he walked around with it, intent on taking it home. In what universe does an exhibited piece of artwork become an object for a three year old to handle?!
I went to the bank today (the only one on the island)to make a deposit for our friend. His instructions were written very clearly to the bank teller. My only responsibility was to hand the cash and note to her. Her only question for me was "What is your father's last name?"
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