You Write, Brad Becomes My Teacher

I admired Brad's passion and listened spellbound as he told me about his duels with editors and art directors over his principal to never render anyone else's ideas. He was trying to radically alter, if not expunge, the conventions of slavishly sentimental illustration and create a more intimate personal art. I decided to stop drawing because I wasn't that good at it. According to who? According to Brad in a way, in a tacit way. And I wanted some sort of accolade, which I wasn't getting. Also, I couldn't draw realistically to save my life. There are a few of the images in the book.