I was invited to create an exhibition. In the old train car that served as a gallery, I found a garbage can and put my long-ago-abandoned dissertation in it. I left the door open and went outside to watch a rabbit that was browsing around the base of a tree. It was a really weird-looking rabbit. I said I’d write the artist’s statement later.
Inside the cheroot is where God resides. Everyone watches for a sign, but if there is smoke, it’s invisible. Is it lit? Nobody knows.