How the Ones Got West...

Preface to Prairie Pug

One day Prairie Pug looked out across the endless horizon line

around her and started to think. She felt

stifled, claustrophobic,

f-e-n-c-e-d in within

the cattle guards and barbed wire.

Miles and MILES out there...she felt small but wanted to Live Big.

So, she glanced around to see if anyone was looking

...and then went for a long walk.

In Prairie Pug's words: “I’m Stifled…’don’t fence me in’

this osage-orange-upright-uptight-existence…

I gotta get oouuta here”…”

I left for places I’d only heard of in stories. I painted them, then made Mine.

And, I'm sure you can relate to feelings of discontent, s-t-r-e-s-s

need for wild parties, love, empowerment, resentment,

lust for gold or goldfish,

loss or gain of any kind of fun(d) or trust or faith,

dancing, ambition, running away from home, jail

or in my case,

boredom.

Wasn’t this How the Ones Got West?