When I read, I struggle to remember what I have read.

I’m aware that much of this comes from the confusion between my left and right brain, which results from being forced to use my right hand instead of my left. This switching also affects my ability to concentrate and focus and, to a large extent, my memory.

I’ve learned to adapt. Not only have I learned to adapt, but there are times when I wonder if I’m not better off.

Not being able to comprehend as quickly as others, I learned not so much from the words of others but how to emulate them. We all know actions speak louder than words and how much of an idea’s meaning is lost when abstracted into words.

Looking back over my life, I only recall a few meaningful insights expressed in words and conversations. But I remember the actions and movements of others, like my father, mother, coaches, teachers, and the people I worked for as a young man.

As an artist, I’ve learned the value of being around other artists, especially in their studios. Environments that would take volumes to try and describe what is going on when only a few glances around the room saturate my mind with information.