So far, I am gratified by the postcards sent back by a number of my collectors, but I must admit that I am a bit puzzled by some of their choices. First, a surprisingly large number of them sent back my invitation only: Ken Arnold, Alexander Brener and Barbara Schurz, Rebecca Hossack, and Victor Skipp. The others who sent back a single but different card are Danielle Arnaud, Ian Hunt, Jacques van Alphen, and Helen Wilks. Second, I received a number of postcard collections, some of which are quite large, and many of which include cards that have nothing to do with art: Robert Collén (seventeen cards portraying my family and me, three of which concern art), Dan Crowe (nine, comprising the entire Tracey Emin series), Claire Fox (two), Sue Malvern (everything I have ever sent her, including close to one-hundred postcards, thirty-seven of which are about art), Giles Prince (eleven, five of which concern art), Salon de Fleurus (three), and Yolanda Sonnabend (twenty-one, four of which are about art). Why am I surprised, though? When I sent out my invitation, was I not aware that I was “coming out,” too? Whenever I send out a postcard, am I not aware it is a part of my book?