Sifting through old files as I update my new website. Came across this e-mail I got when I had my first website, which mostly displayed my art made as an angst-ridden, disenfranchised youth.
“…your art is from the pit. tortured souls of the damned live in your failed works. you owe it to them to make a success of yourself, because where is it that you think you’re going?! “
I may not go out of my way anymore, but what is it about pushing buttons that makes me smile?