Someday we’re going to have to sort all this out, this thing called society. We've been trying for years, hundreds in fact maybe even thousands. I’m not saying I’m qualified or capable, hell I don’t even get a discount at Denny's. I’m just a veteran of the workers class war. With all that said, we’ll give our peace and if the sheep dog and wolf can someday begrudgingly drink on opposite ends of the same bar, then we’ve done something for the dream known as reconciliation.
If I come up short, I’ll accept guiding an art form to its evolutionary next stage. If that means the red wolf known as print becomes the coywolf of our new median age then so be it. Our language is fluid in speech and text, and as those change, so will our mediums and our ability to reproduce art and the power and influence those reproductions have. Let’s see what wonky wolf I can make of print.