A few years ago, I was awarded a Professional Development Course for artists. Part of the homework was to write an Artist Statement. I worked and worked; polishing an eliminating, until I only had the kernel that was “me.” When I read it out; I was told: “That’s what everyone would say.”
I got tired of being known as just “Doug,” or “Oh, him,” or “If he’s coming; I’m not going,” and decided to remake my image — “Doug the Beloved” [the guy who used to be just “him.”] I was just about to announce this, when there was a Pandemic and the bar was closed — why does this sort of thing always happen to me?
February 23, 2021
Young Jason B. would come to the nurse's office every morning with severe asthma symptoms — even though he taped up the windows and door to his bedroom at night. See his struggle through a nurse's eyes, as she fights to help him escape an Ag Ghetto of fish kills, fumes, and factory farms. Share their triumph as he graduates with honors and wins a scholarship to a college in the state capitol, where factory farm "nutrients" are banned as "toxic waste."