Archive For September 4, 2022
The artist—thin and beatific—sat cross-legged on the floor, spliff in hand. The artist—thin and beatific—sat cross-legged on the floor, spliff in hand. That’s how I like to think of myself. Pipe in paw. Although if you ever find me cross-legged on the floor, assume I have fallen. Futura was big early, then he disappeared, now…