Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it creative observation. Creative viewing. – William S. Burroughs Occasionally, I get emails that make no sense to me. Written in response to my work, they are often articulate but they refer to something invisible to me. The writers assume that I understand what they're talking about, simply because they experienced an intensely personal response to an image (or words) I created. Too often, I don't.It's puzzling and yet very touching. It reminds me that art extends far beyond its original conception – and the object itself. What it evokes within each individual is different and sometimes mysterious. I can never fully understand but I feel very lucky to be a part of it.On a completely different topic: I came across an old image (above) online of a couple of murals I did outside a tattoo parlour in Brisbane's West End. Neither the parlour nor the murals are there anymore. As is often the case with my early work, I feel a vague sense of relief.