If I were decidedly effective in my artistic endeavors through action and energy I’d arrive at a sensation of elemental power. The twenty-first century in America, so many choices! But are these choices always clear? I seem to find myself meandering off into symbolic meaning, metaphysical speculation, and contemplative moods. As soon as I answer one question and solve a problem another three or five invariably show up. Some of my solutions are becoming increasingly whimsical, fanciful, or even downright nonsensical. It appears that life will keep giving me plenty of opportunity in the problem-solving category. What I want is a smile on the face, a twinkle in the eye, a healthy glow in the gut, and maybe even a friend to confide in. If I don’t have these things, I’ve decided to make them.