...of course, that's the kicker. I read recently that truly successful people don't have a Plan B.
I never had a plan A.
When I was young, this is what I knew:
I knew art made me swoon, and made me stand up straight and pay attention.
I liked cool clothes, big cities, funky apartments, meals with friends, and boys.
I liked stumbling through foreign countries and foreign languages.
It's a recipe for a rich life.
...and a life filled with stories. I feel like a historian for my generation. I protested the war in Vietnam in DC & got maced. I met my first big deal boyfriend at a "Peace-in" at Cornell University.
I lived in Seattle when it was cheap and full of artists and punks. I made costumes with a costume performance group, Friends of the Rag. I was an artist in NYC (with a studio at P.S.1) during the disco years and before AIDS broke our hearts.
I celebrated my 19th birthday on top of the Pyramid of the Sun in Mexico.
I can start sentences with phrases like, "When I was in Mumbai" ....or "compared to Shanghai, NYC looks like Colonial Williamsburg"
However, not to seem too exotic, Thirty-four years ago, I married the handsomest of the boys. I have 2 fascinating, twenty-something/30 something daughters, and a funny, arty business that keeps my fingers and my brain nimble. I live in Indianapolis, Indiana and I'm a church lady.
After a couple decades making mascots as the Queen of Fuzz at AvantGarb, my soul is intact, art makes me swoon, biz is good, and ohmygoodness do I have stories to tell.
