Blog #artist

Way back when I was in high school as a mere seventeen-year-old, I hung a painting in my first art show. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my first painting ever, but it was certainly among the first I was not ashamed to show in public.

In a previous iteration of my artistic self, I was often referred to by friends and colleagues as Word Nazi. I love words. I love everything about them – the sound, the geography, the meaning(s), the word parts, and parts of speech.