NO ONE CAN SEE.....NOT ONE!
this is who i am yet it is not who i am... it is as another sees me, and is familiar, indeed. it is as much the one who saw me as it is the me that is seen... all the art in the world is just a piece of the action..... and what of the action? i have lots of clues, placed willy-nilly, hidden, like easter eggs, and bits of flotsam given meaning to by imagination....