They Find Me

My dad asked me how I find all the bones that I use in my artwork. I was stumped. I don't really know. I told him that it feels more like they find me.

The other day I was walking with Donkey where one side of the street is full of houses, the other side an empty hillside. It had just rained the day before. Donkey was pulling to go faster, to get to the house up ahead where the big dogs always bark at him. But something told me to slow down.

Then, it was as if I heard, "I'm here. A bone. Look over here." I looked down to my left and there it was. Part of a cat skull, I think.