My readers know that my acknowledgments page bows to artists. Art is the most important thing, after love. If it weren’t for my artist friends, I don’t know that I would have the courage to write.
When you were a kid, did you have one friend that sparked your imagination? Synchronicity happened whenever you talked. This was someone who liked your crazy ideas, and you liked his. In fact, you didn’t think they were crazy. Just wonderful. That’s how I feel about Andrew Kjera. Find a portal to Andrew’s wonderful ideas here. I find his skull drawings at once hilarious and haunting. They are tragic, yet still possess a jaunty sort of derring-do. When I’m rich I’m going to fill my house with my friends’ artworks, starting with Andrew’s skulls, clowns, pool scenes, pennants. More than one of my short stories were born in conversation with Andrew. He has a lot of adventures.
Marie Durquet I’ve known since I was thirteen. Check out her website here if you are ready to see the beauty in Haiti, the Basque country, in urban corners, in the dance between light and form. Check out Marie’s blog here. She is dedicated to finding and creating beauty. This is her passion. She is the most talented person I have ever met.
I want to tell the truth that lies between frustration and joy. I want to pursue beauty in order to reveal it where it hides. The artists in the acknowledgments challenge me to the impossible with the work of their lives. I will rise to it, friends. That is, I will try.