The Trials & Tribulations of an Artist
Junkies of a barren time, cannibalized, barren and their frames exposed, echoed roars of rusty dinosaurs, another testament to the tough times
As children, naturally drawn to water whether stream, river, pond or lake, the Chadakoin River, it's old canals and quonset huts now sitting atop abandoned industrial byway's of hand dug canals were our playground. On the Chadakoin a young man could be..
it was then that my client from Gilbraltor said "Good? You're a bloody fucking artist is what you are!)