Some lucky children in America are born into an open world that they can grow into.
Some unlucky children in America are born into cages that they can never hope to escape.
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About Me
- Gary
- I've taught at the Art Academy of Cincinnati for 30 years. My way to art was a bit out of the ordinary. BS, Tulane University in Mathematics and Chemistry, ready to start a dissertion in mathematics at U. of Notre Dame. Dropped out to teach at a small college in E.Kentucky. Then BS in fine art from U. of New Orleans and MFA, Drawing, U. of Cincinnati. So the study of art is less the basis of my art-making than a solid liberal arts approach to the world.
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