My avant garde is a circle that started as gut blasts on paper or in the airs and ears. When I was short of receivers I took to the learning part, a study that continues. As my acceptable skills became interwoven I wanted to proverbially stick my head up over the crowd and see what was there to be seen. My acceptable skills were then put to use against my original thoughts as a mechanism to put them on paper and in the airs and ears. Now I am avant garde. Being avant garde I want to find more avant garde, but the problem is to be avant garde you must be either a loner or a floater on top of a scene. So where are you and where am I, where is the meeting place of the avant garde that is not in my head? Once I commit to labeling myself avant garde, I no longer am.