The Artist and the Ant

I am writing my first blog as a tiny black ant does gymnastics on my arm hair. I am exhilarated by the electricity of its movements, the surging life energy that tickles through my whole body. What an incredible amount of energy, of physics, from such a tiny being interacting with a much larger being. I feel the ant all the way through, and rather than kill it I wish to honor it, to relish its life force and this…