Episode 05: Two Roads
Imagine, if you will, a well-worn journal. Scuffed leather binding, smudged with soot and mud. “My name is Ezra,” the journal begins, “and I am fire.”
Imagine, if you will, a well-worn journal. Scuffed leather binding, smudged with soot and mud. “My name is Ezra,” the journal begins, “and I am fire.”
What wasn’t fine was when one of them said, “I think we should discuss what is art and what is craft. . . . They didn’t outright say that the idea of “craft” was inferior, but I felt the implications deeply.
“If ever I’d had a crush on a teacher, it was definitely Mr. Randall. He came to my high school graduation party, and when my dad offered him a beer and he drank it, it completely blew my mind, even though I knew he’d been part of a hair band in the ’80s.”
My dad used to joke, in the way that dads do, that I was “severely artistic”–the joke there being that word “artistic” sounds a bit like “autistic”. Little did we know… I was actually both.
Birthdays are a time of change and newness, more so than the calendar New Year (I’ve basically never made New Year’s resolutions), […]