If you know what to look for, you will see the very beginning of my visual imagery in Dragonfly, but in completely deconstructed and recomposed form. On advice from the Masters of the Open Atelier, I gathered new courage to retrieve from a sealed box, a series of photos I had taken of a former lover. The advice was to concentrate on that which is personal while creating in order to achieve the honesty of a fevered emotive state. I took this photo to Blaine Dollard, Blanket band member and god of the latest in color photocopy technology at the University District Kinko's (I had a coupon). At the kitchen table one night with my virgin, lesbian roommate and her epileptic cats, I cut up Blaine's exotic transformation of my former lover and pasted the pieces to form a dragon. I filled gaps in the image with Sharpies and applied a little pale watercolor to arrive at fragile, wildly colored, questionably composed but certainly "emotive" art. In an attempt to make this a transformative process, I met with god again at another location with an even more exalted photocopy machine that was capable of sampling my entire image, reproducing it into a grid of tiny clones and distorting the grid to applied co-ordinates. Home, scissors, pen, paint and then back to god in dizzying repetition until I had the Dragon flying earned me unending streams of soda and pizza from the vendor at the corner and a microscopic amount of respect for raw graphic ability from the Masters of the Open Atelier. Busy buzz buzz.