In late July of 1973, my dad woke me gently from my sleep just after 4 a.m., and immediately I sprung from my bed, slipping on my kid-sized khakis and a pair of fish-head sneakers before heading downstairs to the kitchen. There, he had just finished stirring some instant coffee in my Snoopy mug. The … Continue reading My Ocean at the End of Wye Landing Lane
Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman and Making Good Art
Mark, a friend and fellow artist and educator, walked in to my classroom yesterday, just before noon. I was talking with Andrew, an alum from '05 who is a fascinating individual and filmmaker. "Make good art," is what Mark said. He stood there, smiled, and said it again. "Make good art." Andrew and I looked … Continue reading Neil Gaiman and Making Good Art
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