Throughout my life, I am continuously amazed at people's responses to my paintings. No matter from what status in life, the gesture remains constant and the expression crosses cultures.
For example, today I participated in the cosmopolitan festival of relocation. At indeterminate annual junctures, New York's cultural paradigm encourages us to pack our earthly belongings into rented, industrial mules, migrate into unknown lands and lay claim to a dwelling for one to two years.
This year my schedule prevented me in securing professional revelers, so I had to venture to get my own mule and pick up some ad hoc participants that usually hang outside the Home Depot. My three tough Ecuadorian friends were mens men: guys who didn't know what the day would hold for them but tackled whatever may come without hesitation.