When I was compiling my list of recipients, your name was one of the first to be written.

...creating these small pieces so intuitively gives me joy.

I suppose it's my compulsion to make them more than just letters.

I wasn't sure when I would write your letter...my current mental and creative state determined that this week was yours.

I need to share these thoughts with someone, and my pride won't let me share them with anyone I know.

Maybe I feel safe that you won't even read this. Maybe I know this letter won't warrant a response from you.

I don't expect words of encouragement.

This is purely cathartic.

I don't know where to go from here.

...the bravery you showed in admitting that insecurity!

I appreciate your no nonsense approach to art and the establishment.

You paint, draw, sculpt, and print. You work expressively and representationally.

You aren't any one "type" of artist--another thing I have always admired about you.

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