Sixty-four years, $35 and one heck of an art school story.
That just about sums it up. But for me, it goes even farther. I’ve said before (and am likely to say again) that I am beyond fortunate to occasionally contribute to Arkansas Life magazine.
Writing about food, wine, travel and every corner of the planet has been an obsessive dream since the thirteen year old version of me moved from the West Indies to Washington state as my adolescent years approached. I made up for lost time by plastering posters of Andre Agassi and every Gap ad I could find to my walls, and I devoured magazines from cover to cover. They were like some sort of elixir I’d been forbidden while living oversees, and I made up for lost time. From the table of contents to the editor’s letter to every advertisement and headline in between, I inhaled.
And so, suffice it to say that while I am still struggling to actually self-define and verbalize myself as a writer (I am, dammit!!), I am taken with the trade. Each article I contribute is an utter privilege, but with that said: some are distinct anomalies.
The chance to dive into the personal story of an Arkansan whose life was at one moment entwined, the next distant from that of Andy Warhol? Well, that’s the chance of a lifetime.
It’s an honor to have had the chance to cover the story of Martha Sutherland and one Andy Warhola for this month’s issue – I hope you’ll let me know what you think. Here’s to chasing art and dreams.
Arkansas Life, published by the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, provides digital and iPad editions online, but it is infinitely worthwhile to subscribe, in my humble opinion. My portfolio including this and other published articles is available via Contently.
