I’m usually unsure of new pieces. At first I think, “what the fuck?” Then I stare at it a while longer, let my eye flow over the colors and shapes, wonder at possible meanings. Like, why did I put a ceiling fan over that guy’s face? I suppose because his lose of identity is my gain. After all, he’s pretty buff in a feminized way, and I’ve never been even close to buff. I go to the gym simply to slightly slow the hands of time, but not actually expecting to improve anything.