I can't stop. Every time I sit at my desk, I cannot resist the pleasure of silhouettes and layers and tiny cards that make me feel like a giant sized artist. I have given up trying to clean the mess. Yesterday, I ran out of glue and did not feel like going out to get more. So I painted and stenciled on anything I could find: a record, some cardboard, the front page of the New York Times. These cutouts have become my friends.
A word of advice... don't piss me off, or I will sick my army of cut outs on you. They're very loyal.