Craig Marshall Smith
At age five, I was handed a Big Chief tablet. The pages were freckled with randomly placed dots by my mother, who wanted me out of her hair. She said: "Draw." It was a brilliant introduction to a word I did not know at the time: "imagination." Other kids were given coloring books, with pre-determined images. Those same children today are working in assembly lines and toothpick factories. I have art degrees and I taught drawing for thirty years at three universities in three states. When I retired I became a full time artist for the first time in my life. It's still my oxygen, my antidote and, more intimately, the needed armature to keep the mongrel dogs of alcohol off the porch.