A few minutes ago, after a websearch I sent an email to my old art instructor, from my university days.

I don't know if he will read it because I don't know if he's even alive or mentally competent...his work goes from the 1960's to 2020. The latter year was the last time he updated his website, so who knows? Maybe he doesn't give a shit by now. But I sent the email anyway.

I got my B.A. just before 9-11. So damn much has changed in modern society in that time...not all the changes were good or desirable. A chronic condition I didn't see coming completely shifted my life around & not for the better. But in all that time I never stopped being an artist.

And I never forgot about my instructor.

He was one of the two best ones I encountered when I was inside my alma mater.