Hi Margaret!

[Boy I hope you find this more amusing than offensive…I’m pretty sure you will find it amusing.]

When I visited you in Durango (on the last night while up in your studio space) you made an offhand comment about being a “Chicken Shit Artist”.

On the flight home, and more recently, I have reflected on our several month conversation. There are some common introspective challenges we face. Which is to say that I think I know what you mean when you say chicken shit artist, and I too feel the same way from time to time.

It occurred to me that, what if Chicken Shit Artist was an actual thing…a vibrant community and society with loose structure…and painting supplies. Wouldn’t that be silly?

So this gift is that fantasy [or not] world in which when one says they are a Chicken Shit Artist it describes not a relationship with fear, but a relationship with hope.

[And poop is funny]

Cheers.

tjm