Don’t go to art school
The traditional approach is failing us. It’s time for a change.
I’ve had it.
A story from The Sin of Man
I dread the dawn.
I awake and keep my eyes closed. I hope that I can shut the day out and fall back to sleep but memory and fear rush in and I open my eyes to see the empty floor of dirt and straw. I hear only stillness echoing off the cracking walls. I lay a while before I grab my staff…