
Because you see a stupid rock…

And you remember that rotary engraving/carving tool you got for Christmas…

And you think, yeah, I know, I have a million other art projects I am working on…

But it would be fun to just free-hand some art on a few rocks, you tell yourself…

Well, maybe just a few, you concede begrudgingly…

And the next thing you know, you are looking for rocks wherever you go…

And the ideas get weirder and weirder…

And then you start painting them, which you find out makes them look worse than just carving them, but you try to explain that if you just carve them, they are only really visible until you blow the rock dust out of the carving…

And besides, you think they are sort of cute, you know, to just place out in the garden…

But you figure, well, I could try carving some really deep, or just put paint in the carving lines…

So you start looking for more rocks wherever you go…
But your life is art generated by the crack squirrels in your brain, so…you kind of have it both ways, brother!
oh… cool!