But I have to say something.... Somewhere...
A year ago I met a strange elderly man, named Karel Jacobs. He was a professional artist who lived a colorful life from painting murals in his classrooms, to having his painted cars on the cover of magazines, to teaching golf, to retiring here in this shabby small town.
He was a kind and generous person, and always told the same corny jokes over and over, and would forget he ever told them.
He taught me how to paint, but more importantly he believed in me and told me I could be a real artist.
In a time where my identity had been shattered, and I was lost in the dark, he showed me that there w