Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved art in some form. My favourite thing as a kid was having a fresh notebook or sketchbook with a pack of pens, pencils, or crayolas. In class, like most artsy kids, I was chided for doodling, but it was the only way for me to focus when a subject or teacher didn’t engage me. (I know now, thanks to Autism.) I dressed eccentrically, I was the owner of many Gellyrolls by Sakura, and whenever an adult could take me to Suncoast (RIP) or to the local comic book shop for manga or anime, I was thrilled.
Read MoreTo my friend Paul...
Dear Paul,
Thank you for being kind, for loving people without reservation. Thank you for loving unconditionally. Today, those are the rarest qualities a human could have. You sought to understand even when others did not understand you.
Thank you for being a teacher. You gave us power, hope, and strength. Thank you for allowing yourself to be soft in a hard world. Thank you for never taking crap. You kicked ass literally, figuratively, and when you missed, you knew how to laugh at yourself.