Exhibitions

Dear Snails that I spy, Where are you going little snails? Where have you come from? You seem to plod along, at your own little pace, carrying your little homes around with you. I have never really seen you form little snail gangs.
Maybe you do, maybe I never stumbled upon a little snail gathering. When I spy you, you just seem to be sliding along on your own, doing what you do. I like that you seem to go about your little snail lives, unfussed and on your own. I don’t understand humans very much. They leave me rather confused with their rushing about. There always seems to be too many things to do.
And if you comment that you just might stop and watch some snails, well, people don’t seem to want to approve of that. I think you have the right idea snails, I think you are onto something. Humans and their relationships really confused me. Friendships confuse me. They are always coming or going – ended or fading away into some new form.
Sometimes I think I would rather just be able to hang out in my own little shell, just doing my own little thing. You really are onto something snails. Plus – your shells! They have always amazed me. I have always dug spirals. Spirals are just confused circles to me, and that has always brings me joy. Circles have no cares in the world either, just spinning around doing their own thing. So snails, with your spirals – you bring me happiness. Thanks.