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| It's All in Your Head, II |
In 1976, for my 30th birthday, all my friends bought me art related gifts, a creative venue I had never dabbled in before -- brushes, charcoals, oil paints, water-colors, pencils, oil-crayons, easel, tablets, palette, etc.
It was a friendly conspiratorial attempt to re-motivate my creative urges -- woodcrafts -- writing -- photography -- music -- which had all been relegated to an obscure file hidden down deep in my hard drive due to a lengthy depression.
While my art work was sophomoric and dark, it worked to help me see the light. For three weeks, I was an artist, 24/7. I put out a bunch of work, used up all my supplies, but never pursued art again.
Threw a party for the conspirators.
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