As I’m sure you’re tired of hearing, I never intended to keep the lobster around. He was such a hit, though, I couldn’t get rid of him. Since then, he’s become a way for me to explore my satisfaction with my art technique. The lobster cannot speak, and he’s not really capable of writing. His frustration with his inability to communicate mirrors my frustration with the limits of my ability. I really feel for the guy. Even as people start to get accustomed to some of his semaphores and moods, he will always be behind the curve and he will always want to have a richer communication. In a similar way, even as my art improves I will always be frustrated at my limits and at how much more I would like to convey to you, my readers.
Of course, that seems to be a very common trait in animals, humans included: We all want more.