Being aware of my little obsession might be enough. Now that I know that what I care about is autobiography, I might be more excited by my own work, as if by magic. I know that I get storytelling a lot more than I get fine art. I know that I love the knowing, slightly tacky melodrama that surrounds most autobiographical art. I love that voyeuristic feeling when you catch a glimpse of something you probably shouldn’t. After all, artists know that their work might end up being mined for their backstory, so why not own it? This could all be a lot more fun than it is at the moment.