I have no formal training as an artist, and drawing isn’t one of my strongest skills. But every so often these “beings” pop out of me. When they do I make copies so that I have a good supply to work with, and then I let them appear wherever they feel like. I kind of feel like I’m their travel agent. Of course I also feel like I have a community of beings inside me and when one pops out, I like to have a long hard look. Since so many of them have long necks, I wonder what I’m supposed to be sticking my neck out for. But lately I’ve come to believe the long neck represents words I have stored in me waiting to come out. We have a family story that my sister, tired of my brother babbling on long after his bedtime, told him we were allotted only so many words in our lifetime and he had to be careful not to use his up too soon. Turns out he’s a pretty quiet kind of guy. And I suspect I took that advice to heart too, and saved up a half a lifetime’s worth as well. Now the trick is to loose them.