When I talk about art, it’s not without a slight tinge of regret. Art was my first love. Truly deeply madly head over heels kinda love. I was late for my first day of kindergarten because I wouldn’t stop drawing. As an adolescent, I remember being barely functional in the mornings because I had stayed up the night before sketching away. When my family fought, I went to my bedroom and painted. As a young adult barely scraping by, it was the thing I did to keep me entertained and focused. Art has always been there for me which I guess is why I often take it for granted. It’s like an unappreciated girlfriend that loves you no matter how bad you screw up. That’s no way to treat a lady. I’d like to say I’ve changed and that it won’t happen again but hey, I don’t have all the [...]