I saw it like a teacher, in a room full of curiosity I heard the whirl of a reader's mind rolling across the tilled fields nourishing on the sound of happy bees and there was a sunny day family, friends, movement was there art? I don't know what that is but yes, there was much, and the making was the thing not the display or the sale and I read it on the page written by my hand saying: how did it come to pass remembering the better question of what will be brought by an intention for what.