When I was a kid, I wanted to be an artist.
So, one winter, I melted crayons on the hall furnace vent.
It turned out my Dad was not much of an art fan.
I learned what suffering for your art means.
Happy Monday. Thanks for reading and responding. You make it fun.
Mark
Ah, another brilliant young installation artist thwarted! I feel for him and hope he finds a better way to release his creativity. Rats! ( GREAT photo!)
"We must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God." I guess it's true for art, too.