Art transforms my world into an enormous one, even if I don’t leave my couch.
In the fall of 1989, I moved away from my childhood home in Mishawaka, Indiana, to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I moved from a small town with very few people of color to a very diverse, albeit segregated, inner city.
In 1989, I would have been typing on a computer made by Apple. An Apple Macintosh. I just looked up a photo of this computer on Google.
Heath Creel is the kind of artist who transcends categorization. The photos he takes with his point-and-shoot are pure poetry, while the poems he writes are as lucid and striking as the very best visual art.
