![]() ![]() They allowed my artist dreams to return, and for me to finally live them. ![]() Words, my words and those of others (Dodie Bellamy, Maggie Nelson, Roxane Gay), allowed me to pick up a pencil, a paintbrush, after so long without. Which led to obsessive drawing, then painting, then-good lord-even an obsession with NFTs. Obsessive writing soon led to obsessive reading. And more than just the to-do lists of before. I didn’t keep a journal.Īnd then, at age 30, I suddenly found myself writing. As an art dealer, I didn’t read a single book that wasn’t written by a Silicon Valley entrepreneur. In college, I took one required Intro to English course, which I put off until my senior year. For most of my twenties, I worked as an art dealer, surrounded by art but never making it for myself-not until I started writing. Then something changed, and I stopped creating altogether. ![]() After throwing myself into art as a teenager and getting a Fine Art degree from UCLA, I had big-time artist dreams as a young adult. Sounds dramatic, but writing is what ended my ten-year stint as a blocked shadow artist. If not for writing, I would not be an artist. ![]()
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