My father I think is a large source of my creativity. His rigidness sharply contrasted my mothers and I think caused me to think a great deal about several things I would not have had it not been for his presence in my life.
Granted a father is kind of a cop out source. Like it's pretty obvious that a parent is a source of ones creativity but when asked to isolate the most significant source of my creativity, he's the ticket. My dad went to RISD and has his masters from there in Industrial Design and has no money. He's unemployed and lives with my two brothers and stepmother.
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This is a little rediculous to look back on now. I feel bad that I discredited my mother as an artistic influence in my life, which couldn't be further from truth.
I have no recollection whatsoever of writing this, though I can immagine myself writing it in 2007, but with intentions that aren't present in my words here^^^.
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