I’m in the back row of a classroom. I think it’s an art class. A phrase pops, fully formed, into my head. I know it’s important, so I grab the first thing I can and I write it down. I use a charcoal stick and write on a piece of driftwood.
Then I wake up. Then I write it down for real. Later I cut and sand and prime a piece of masonite board and go to Lowe’s with Sorgatz and buy wood to build a frame, which I stain and finish. Then I paint the board with gold and black paints, complete with an absurdly detailed border. And I hang the whole thing above my desk at the studio.