9.25" x 13.25"
Paper and Cotton

When something is lodged in the head it tends to show itself again in strange places, at odd moments, with weird coincidences. I was not looking for a folder, I was only looking. There was only one. It somehow spoke to me, called me, from under a pile of other less stimulating gray and beige babies. What happened next was long-winded but pretty simple, we tracked it down, packed it up and shipped it to New York. I came back to my office. A week went by and then two, still the boxes were not here. I continued to think of the folder, among other things as well...doing laundry, accounting, etc. Then in my haze of thought, I looked up and blindly gazed at an article about Miro that I had printed out many, many years ago. Suddenly the folder! it was there, clear, large on the page. Funny, how some objects can be magical, they trail you around until you pick them up and take them home with you, insisting you care for them. Miro's folder is labeled "Notes Interessants".