I think this seated frog expresses all of the things I have felt about George Bush, our (put in your own pejorative here) president. This is actually the second piece like this I made. The first one’s arm blew off in the kiln because I forgot to make a tiny hole in it, and it became a small bomb. My least favorite words in the English language are “learning experience”. They usually indicate that I’ve done something really stupid. These experiences keep me humble. Making a piece for the second time is an interesting thing. In general, I don’t have the anxiety that the piece will collapse, because I manage the clay’s dryness better, but it always seems that I lose the spontaneity and a bit of the life in the animal’s expression.