I enjoy sharing stories. It’s the most effective way I’ve found to keep them. Growing up in the prairie of the Oklahoma panhandle your stories identify you just as much, if not more, than say even your name or address might. I prefer to tell you my stories, to tell you where I’ve been and who I am, with my hands. With lines.
I experience these same lines when I hear people speak, when they approach, or even stronger when they walk away. When someone speaks to me but is holding back, their lines scream through me. I collect these lines. After a while I have enough to lay them down on paper, on canvas.