I wonder what it's like living life the size of a full stop... precarious no doubt - being so tiny - but lots of potential for adventure and mischief ;-) Does he crawl into books and place himself in key sentences, changing the entire meaning of the story? Does he travel around the world, invisibly hitchhiking on clothing and bags and trains and planes? Does he sit, hidden in the middle of events, listening and watching? Does he find out great works of art, or lesser-known stuff that he just likes, and become a part of it - a mini-installation. Francis Bacon is a particular favourite and full stop has spent hours crawling across his canvasses, before settling on the perfect spot to become a temporary but integral part of the work. He must be eagle-eyed - constantly having to avoid and traverse new obstacles: like a lighter 20 full-stops high that suddenly appears in front of him. And then chance deciding whether a huge cup of hot tea comes crashing down on top of him... my lover didn't think it was nice to squish the model, even one that small.
