The next thing I remember was waking up and seeing the clock read 3:00 a.m.
In a voice that echoed around the room I heard “ART IS WERE IT’S AT, TRUST ME I’M YOUR MOST SIGNIFICANT OTHER.” Moments later I was looking in the bathroom mirror wondering what the f— was that? Not only did the voice not wake my wife, it didn’t make any sense. I had no interest or training in art. I was a furniture designer/maker and a musician, I had no idea how I could be an artist. I went back to bed with my head swimming. I’m pretty sure I forgot to pray. The next morning I remembered looking in that mirror again thinking I have no idea what it means but I will not cut my hair until I’m recognized as an artist.
Later after telling my Dad about the voice he said it was probably Jesus. I didn’t have the nerve to tell him it sounded more like something Jim Morrison would have said. I was having real difficulty thinking the voice of the divine could in any way sound like a hipster. I have always wished I’d asked but in the moment of such awe you sort of lose your voice.
Just over three years later I cut my hair after showing my work at an international show in New York at the Javits Center.