Monday, February 4, 2008

An old Friend...

When i started school in Savannah, my first critique, a kid named Josh put up his pages up on the board. My class was full of lackies and lumps. Josh was quiet, kept to himself, never stirring the waters. What no one realized was that that a maelstrom lay in those waters. A Maelstrom indeed. Josh and I became close friends. He always made me feel like i was going somewhere with my art, doing something special. I still have trouble believing that someone of his abilities saw anything short of flaws in mine. Time passed. Josh and i stayed in touch, fighting our battles, struggling to find our place in the world. Well Josh found his, and i found mine. I'm glad to see he still sails the seas of drawing, always riding that Maelstrom, like a mad child with a grin on his face. Keep up with him, there will be lessons to be learned. Just don't drown, as i so often did.

http://joshsearcy.blogspot.com/

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

talking trash to all that garbarge

nolan woodard said...

Oh, shush and take a good long look at the great pages you're pumping out like a madman for Blood Red. Drowning. Pppppt. Melodramatic dork!

And on that note, I hope you're feeling better this weekend. Cya Monday.