The story of how the art of Joseph Yoakum first came to the public eye begins with a window, just as his life begins at Window Rock, Arizona, 'where I were born' as one of his titles says. As if his whole life was set to be a metaphor where every stone wall had a window to escape through. From his own words, his story begins when he ran away, and in time his feet walked every continent except Antarctica, from circus to circus, from town to town, from job to job. He loved to name the names of those places, when he told of those travels. But in 1967 Joseph Yoakum, age 79 (or 81, depending on your source) found himself living alone in a tiny store front on 82nd Street near Stony Island Avenue in Chicago. He had hit the stone wall of age. 'A mi...