Statement
I think it should be pretty obvious, that is to anyone with at least twenty/two-million vision, that I am a perfectionist of the highest order. But lately I’ve been starting to wonder: Why do I push myself so hard? For example, when I’m dining out, there are very few occasions when I don’t go out of my way to let the wait person know exactly how long (to the second) that it took him or her to greet me from the time I sat down. And when I answer that no, Pepsi is not okay, I sometimes wonder if establishments even appreciate me letting them know that I work for the Health Department. Likewise, does Wal-Mart appreciate the fact that I double-check the length of the 70-foot rolls of aluminum foil each time I visit one of its stores? I mean, no one would want to see a scandal about Wal-Mart’s 66-foot rolls of aluminum foil on “Frontline.” That would be embarrassing.
I could go on. And I think I will. I mean, doesn’t the local library appreciate it when I show them by example exactly how easy it is to defeat their so-called “theft protection” system? If not me, who? And when I put dead batteries into their original packaging and carefully glue the plastic back in place and return them to the store, I always ask myself why I care so much about recycling. Can’t I just let it go for once? I mean, maybe after I get my hair cut at the salon, I don’t always have take the time to stop by Great Clips and show them what “great” is supposed to look like. And maybe when the corner bar opens in the morning, I needn’t go in for a beer just to help them clear out the tap lines. Not everything is my responsibility. Well, anyway, all of this may or may not have helped you understand my artwork better. If it didn’t, don’t feel bad. Besides, you’ll never understand it as well as I do, because (as you might suspect) I understand it perfectly.
