I met Amy Feldman this summer at Skowhegan. I forgot to get a little drawing off her after helping her cut some wood triangles. In retrospect, I was much too rushed to get my own shit done this summer, greedy fellow. Of course, I *did* have to spend 1/2 of the final night huffing bits of spray-painted stealth bomber to the fire, so I guess if I’d done one thing less on my own stuff I wouldn’t have finished…
Wait, why is this about me.
Amy Feldman rocks!