A toad often appears in my drawings: It was the morning after a cold night camping at 7,000 feet. I was exhausted from lack of sleep and my thin blanket left me freezing. Too much coffee gave me the shakes. I squatted my wracked-out body on a rock next to a small waterfall and became a toad, watching in ecstasy as the water turned into gelatinous stained glass and flowed in slow motion. The toad in my drawings is that spirit animal self, sitting, watching.