Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there’s a peephole in the door, and my keeper’s eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me. I guess I should mention that I didn’t say this, Oskar Matzerath did in The Tin Drum, and I have brown eyes. This is what my work is about in an abstract way. Stories. People. Sometimes, it’s about the things I find oddly humorous or the things that break my heart and make me cry…… OK. Nana always said it was better to laugh than to cry because once you started crying, you might not be able to stop. Things get dark that’s for sure. Consider my work- a black comedy. Stories have always been the catalyst for art since the beginning of recorded time. And these stories are what connect people to each other, let us know that we are not alone, warn us, give us hope,…. Sometimes I choose to tell of things that truly happened. I remember watching the news with my family and seeing the Jonestown Massacre. I have always been haunted by it. There are pictures of the bodies in the pavilion where Jones preached and a sign above reads, “Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it”. I have explored this in my art- both figuratively and literally. Some of the stories are purely fictional, albeit they are not always the ones you think. My sister Mary Knott and I have been doing comics together for a few decades. Trust- there’s a whole lot of truth in that fiction. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. Holden Caulfield said it best. Protentious…. Yes. Sometimes. Sorry, I love books & don’t know if I would have survived without them.