Conditional Reality

I draw to possess the world, said the artist. Why else draw? The interviewer turned off her tape recorder. I love your pictures, she said, and therefore I’m probably in love with you. I want to know everything about how you make your art. She turned the recorder back on. You shouldn’t ask me these kinds of questions, said the artist. He flipped open his sketch book and drew the interviewer with quick flowing strokes of his pencil. The interviewer melted. You don’t want to get mixed up with an artist, said the artist. We don’t care about anyone else.