Above: This crossroad does actually exist. It’s at the top of a hill, in a region I like to refer to as my homeland. If the weather’s good, it’s one of the places I might go to, sit a while on that bench, and think back on past days. Both figures in the drawing are me.
The site is very close to the place I first had a painting displayed on a wall. If there was ever a place I made a lifelong deal with art, then it was there as a boy. It was never a secondary school or college I ever went to.
