As a working class person coming from middle class everything, I was brought up to always provide value. Art in my mind, must turn a profit. Perhaps still a lingering echo, if I couldn’t sell or draw a crowd, I must not be valuable and therefore, not good. Doing something which didn’t contribute to my […]
Category: personal writing
Thar Be Monsters
I grew up near the ocean. My neighbor was a sign maker, the original graphic artist, but his heart seemed enamored by the sea and all its folklore and romance. He had a small collection of old maps that he loved to share. During my tragically brief time with him, we always found ourselves in […]