"The lecture hall was crowded and many people were waiting to talk with me." Judith noted. "The man who approached me with this description of an inventive but gallery-exhibition problematical artists book did not tell me his name. He had long, straight, thin dark red hair tied back in a ponytail, and he wore an embroidered white shirt, faded jeans, and shiny new blue cowboy boots. I gave him my card and suggested that he send me some slides and a CV.
"When the crowd thinned, I looked for him. There were questions I wanted to ask, but he was gone, and I never heard from him nor saw him again."