Note to self: Poo, poo

Regular readers of Art, Life, TV, Etc will know of my interest in the narrative and pictorial possibilities of found notes. It seems it may well be genetic: the small guy has developed a fondness for making drawings and notes -- dozens of them -- on what he calls "little paper", or memo-cube squares from my desk, which he leaves on chair seats and under cushions for people to discover. Here's a recent selection, which he piled carefully into a lunchbox the other day and snapped the lid, saying with a tone of great weariness, "Well, that's the paperwork done."