And then I got my first real break. She knew someone in the city that could help me and the rest was a string of wonderful events that lead up to my first show.
No that did not happen right away. I got all this encouragement from this woman and started to do something concrete about it. That is when I started to sell on the side of the street like a bum really. How come nobody was buying my drawings? Could not figure it out.
I got a scholarship to art school and went two weeks and dropped out. They couldn’t teach me anything.
the path I chose was pain. There are always two ways to learn: listen, and pain. I always chose pain. Seemed more real like that.
I did sell some paintings in coffee houses so that was fun but I did not do the gallery show thing till much later. It took a lot of living on the edge to give my work an edge. When I look at it now it is so much like my true self that I cannot believe it. So rough around the edges. Which I like. Otherwise it would be a lie. More tomorrow.