During the past long time I have been active in the Calgary art scene where I have spent a lot of time thinking about things – and doing a bunch of things in the arts too.
I am tired of talking to myself and my garden gnome Gnomer Pyle III. My ever faithful garden protector Gnomer Pyle III seemingly has gone on a voyage of epic proportions or was liberated to join the Mouvement d´Émancipation des Nains de Jardin.
Because of that, I figure it is time for me to communicate with someone else for a change. This, while I wait patiently hoping to one day receive a postcard, photos or even a text message from that irresponsible scallywag, who skipped town and struck out on his own, without even giving me the courtesy of saying goodbye.