Born in Wyoming and raised in California I moved to a small rural town in the lower right hand corner of South Dakota in 1992. My father was born and raised here so it was not by chance that I chose to live here when the rest of my life was falling into ruin. When I saw the people of this quaint spot with adult eyes for the first time in fifteen summers I knew I had found something special. There was peace here and something I never knew I was missing in California, a community. My Black, Asian, and Mexican friends all had one but I never did. A tragedy in the family brought me back but my life made me stay. I needed this place and I hoped there was a need for someone like me here.
I found all the things that I needed here over the past fifteen years and then some. I married again to the one person with the same kind of brain I have and understands when I want to talk art. She is the one person I have in a town of over 1400 that really understands me. With my blog I hope to explore the differences between my friends in the cities where art seems to flourishes and here in a small town where it seems to struggle all the time.
I've included a photo of my overcrowded work space. I feel very fortunate to have the space to spawl my stuff out and just get creative.
