I did an experiment back in the mid-80s. I decided to go on walkabout – or, since I’d be living in my truck, I called it truckabout.

Carving again! Oh my blessed heart!
Because for years, I had had this niggling feeling in the back of my mind that art was only a habit I’d gotten into because when I was a kid, my ma set me down in the corner with paper, pencils and crayons to keep me out of the way.
I had been living in Hawaii. When I turned 40, all of a sudden I was aching to know the truth of it. So I made a vow not to make any art unless I felt from my core that making art was really and truly ‘mine.’
I decided to go on walkabout – or, since I’d be living in my truck, I called it truckabout. I gave up my house, packed the bare minimum of what I needed, and shipped my truck to California.
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