When something is removed sometimes there can be trace evidence of its presence. The outline on a bare wall where a painting hung for decades, the impression left in a rug where a chair has sat for weeks, a blurred circle on a tabletop where a glass stood for moments. For this instance that which is left behind are thumbtacks upon the surface of telephone poles on any given street.
I first noticed that my dog, Roxy Hess, had artistic intentions when she left a forceful and unmistakable message on the floor of the studio we share. Slow human that I am, I hadn't realized that Roxy was not only on top of the latest developments in the artworld, she was running amongst the pack leaders.