I'm just beginning to think about print and multiples as a future avenue. It seems to combine what I like about text based art with my interest in images and objects. I can also hope that my personal blog, posted under this same account, might become a little more sophisticated from all this. It is the most direct encounter I have had with autobiography so far. That's a little vague but it's where I am. What I liked most about each of the examples of autobiographical art I mentioned is the weird, unique textures they end up with, after their humble, grounded origins. The starting point may have been fact, but nothing about To the Lighthouse feels plausible, or versimilitudinous. I have never read anything like it.