I value my Time at RISD. It is too bad I was so, well, fucked up in general. ON the outside I think it looked like I was having fun, but inside you know, I was in pieces. And in that state, I don't think I was a very good person. I definitelly did not benefit as much as I could have from the people around me or the teachers, because of the Psychotherapy I should have been getting. But Art has always saved me and I'll always be inspired by the good artists I met at RISD and those who I still know. And throughout all my personal inner troubles, art and the people who support ART and appreciate ART have been the backbone for any transformations I may have been able to under go, of which I hope there were many, and many more to come.
all good things to you all,
