At the age of twelve I escaped from a juvenile home by falling from a window thirty feet high onto a patch of soft mud. At fourteen, I was lucky enough to find an attorney to clean up the custody battle. At fifteen, I discovered the tall buildings in New York City.
I was an adult in my head even though still a child. I had already understood that failure was necessary. And failures I had.
Missing all those formative years of schooling, I nevertheless went on to study Architecture at NYT, received a scholarship at the Art Students League and worked as a teacher’s assistant at ICP, just so I could live in their darkroom.
Life is a major accomplishment, because as you live it you find that everything is possible and that art is everywhere - you just have to be there to see it.