It is amazing how the web can be crawling with comments about oneself, almost to the point where an alter-personality takes shape, and the me-that-I-know-as-me fumbles along, morphing on another plane of existence.
Today, flu-bound and bored, feeling sorry for myself and full of the blahs, I started trawling for this other me. I found one comment on the APUG forum which stated that I no longer make platinum-palladium prints. And another that was both complimentary and expressed another commentator’s ire about my work.
I manifest here as me. And my work.