Bucky Miller

I am transfixed, and must immediately spend some time with these bears.

In reviewing the pictures, now, I question the amount of chaotic energy my memory has ascribed to the cat.

I have assets: I collect snowman art.

They rise round and smooth from fields of concrete as if gently nudged upward by a giant underground fingertip. 

Bone theater. It is probably art. It is thrilling, impractical, odd, a little vulnerable.