My collection paints a portrait of the man I once was. If the walls could speak, they would have told you my secrets. A collection mirrors its collector, and I collected folk and outsider art. All spoke of a journey of self-discovery. Each touched an aspect of my hidden self.
Over the past 40 years, I amassed close to 300 pieces. My art gave voice to that I was too fearful to speak, and my collection defined my place in the world.
In 1998, I underwent what many would call a “midlife crisis.” As I slowly began to shed layer after layer of my persona, I found I no longer needed my collection to define me and sold all but 20 pieces.