
Artist's commentary
The Fruits of Labor
Of course I was able to enjoy my vacation, but all I remember is the pain, craziness, and desperation. That's pretty much my memory.
But somehow, when I think about it, I can't help but smile. You too, right?
These must all be a bright summer memory. It's an embarrassing memory, but a good one...a desperate struggle that should be cherished. And that's why you're gonna keep me company. Huh? Why're you trying to run away? It's time to read. I'll read them all cover-to-cover. And if I cry out from sheer embarrassment, you'll cover my mouth. Hard.