Answers for Bobby

A. Not much! I suppose the weather is sweet, and I like my house. I tend to daytrip around to other locations in search of retreat and inspiration.

A. Well, I really like that we've never met actually; it feels like this project is more honest that way. I was interested in the idea of making a project with someone, where neither party felt that they had to censor any of their visual/literature choices. The fact that we are getting to know eachother just makes the proposition more interesting for me. I like when you do a post and I get to see it - it's like a little gift you've made for me, and when I make a post (of which there are not many) I want you to enjoy it. I also like that no one else, thus far, is following but us: it makes it a secret we've hidden in plain sight.

A. There's not much I don't find exciting about Pirates and Mermaids... the mythological/artistic tension between the two of them for a start.

A. I find it weird that Bobby's voice is so epic, but then he kind of mumbles as well - it's like a little idiosyncrasy that I'm beginning to find comforting. He also has skills in telepathy, but I'm not sure he's fully harnessed them yet; that's why we practice sometimes. A little weird thing that was weird because it was unexpected, is that Bobby is pretty much the most talented person ever at making paper cranes.

A. There were two snagged! One I played with prettily, and the other I ravished and left his body on my doorstep...

A. Art is what lies between our dreams and reality. I try not to judge things, but some 'art' makes me furious at it's mediocrity. I'm harsh on painters. I don't know why. I guess after being brainwashed academically about what painting is, and its relevance to contemporary art etc, I decided my passion was for photography. I feel that photographs propose more interesting questions in contemporary society than contemporary painting does. A painting has to touch my soul, or at least make me look twice and think, to get my attention.

A. I actually only have one favourite book of all time: "The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy. I read it at least once a year, as I'd rather re-read things I find absolutely perfect than read new stuff that doesn't measure up. Nothing has ever felt so amazingly and lovingly and tragically 'human' to me than this book.

A. I will be teary, confused, nauseous, homicidal and generally lost. I may not be able to speak to him until he grows another one.