Many summer days while growing up, I walked around in the clover fields looking for four-leaf clover. I thought that they would give me luck. And I found many, not only four-leaf clover, but also five-, six-way up to nine-leaf clover. The more I found the more luck I expected. When the luck did not turned up I tried other ways. I should probably eat the clovers, I thought, so that the luck was incorporated in the body and digestive system. Then I tried to save my four-leaf clover until they dried crumbled and returned in the natural cycle. It could be logical, I thought. But clear result I never experienced. Eventually I stopped looking four-leaf clover. Not at all in some sad way, it ran out of steam, one can say. New projects took time. What surprises me is that artistry despite all opposition never runs out of steam. Why not stop keep on with the art and instead take a regular job, earn money, buy a nice car and go on vacation? What is it about? The thoughtful and applicant parts of the humans are usually the most interesting. The cracks are more interesting than the whole and completed. We use art to explore the cracks, to understand life and digest reality. When it goes far enough down that road it will be difficult to go back. Then "I buy wings for the money".