some things never die.

I've been feeling really good and loved as of late.
Which is rare for me.

Do you remember the time when everything came into existence?

I remember when I was young and green, only fourteen. El Tango, graphite. 2005

Shoe Contour, graphite. 2005

A man named Frank Smith was my first high school art teacher. Wonderful man.
Two years later, a beautiful person (who I guess does want to remain anonymous in the internet world) came into my life and groomed and tended to this slightly wilting art passion in me, and it blossomed into what I am now. I would call her the best gardener in the world. I would call her many things.

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