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I was born in a town known for a chicken that lived for 38 days with no head. Things have never been quite right since.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Keith Haring Closet

I call this the beginning of my art career. I painted things before this, but this was when I realized that it was what made me happiest in the world. I spent the entire summer between my sophomore and junior years in high school sitting, standing, leaning, and lying in my closet painting figures of people and listening to oldies. I can't thank my parents enough for being so supportive and encouraging me to pursue art, even at the expense of their doors, walls, and closets.







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