I was sitting in a plastic chair, in the shade of a large tree in the parking lot behind this motel making some notes on a pad. A woman parked her car and as she was unloading she asked,
Are you an artist?
I don’t get that question often, so I blinked a few times and answered. “Yes, but mostly I’m a writer. I do some interactive things as well.”
“You work in metal maybe? There’s something about you that says metalwork.” I told her about Mondo Croquet (and later thought of Pearl, The Celebrated Elephant Car). I scribbled down the web addresses of various bits of my work as she tells me. “I just had to ask. When I saw you there, you just have this powerful creative aura around you.”
So nice to hear, I had to write it down.
When I was living in Key West, all the locals had some kind of nickname. Mine was “Typewriter”.
