For all of my energy and output, I’ve never been invited to a professional residency. Of course, I would have to apply for the honor, and that would mean seeking approval from strangers, which is never a good thing. Usually I manage to nip pride dreams in the bud for the benefit of my ego and sanity. Practicing on the path of least resistance (as a painter) means never having to admit you’re a failure for longer than three minutes. So no judges, please. Paint, breathe like a cat or 18th century Haudenosaunee, and make believe with the children.