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In part, this is the story of a black man from the South, who moved to NY, earned 3 doctorates and then moved to middle America. He is an unsung hero and genius that needs his story told to the world. I wrote this in 2017 on Martin Luther King Jr’s Memorial Holiday (several years before the beginning of the "Black Lives Matter" movement of the 2020.)

Recalling high school for some people is like reliving their “glory days.” For me, it was one of the worst times of my life, not that anyone knew that at the time. 

It has taken what seems like a lifetime to find my voice as an artist. Does that mean I can finally call myself an artist without feeling like an absolute fraud? I don't know. Maybe, maybe not, but it actually doesn't matter to me any more either. I just AM. Call me what you want, or at worst, say that I have the true heart of an artist if nothing else!

When I was very young, my dad used to call my art "wallpaper". After college I wallpapered a couple of rooms in the home of the singer, Kenny Loggins'...