The Drew I remember is the Drew of his childhood. Drew-bob, Drew-Lewie. The little ornery shit always making everyone laugh. Drew once kicked me in the face and his accident really kicked me in the ass. His attitude of DO WORK and not giving up really touched my heart and inspired me. I had been in a very severe artistic drought and his accident set a fire in me. God gave me a talent and what was I doing? Making excusing, fearing failure, being lazy... It was time for me to do MY work. The pieces I made to help process the emotions from his accident provided me with enough (quality) work for my first solo show in a gallery. I made an artist book of abstract paintings in relation to the accident and was invited to be a part of a group show in Chicago. I kept making more work and more work. I keep making work. I have made connections and established myself in the art community. I have 3 pieces of artwork in an internationally renowned museum. I have been asked to be the Bicentennial Muralist for Findlay that could potentially send my career soaring. I have my own studio for the first time in my life. All of this because of Drew. So, thanks Drew. Thanks for being my muse and kicking me again. I love you little cousin.
