Archive of Ephemera
Robert Blanchon was my prof, first semester grad school at UNC. My studio was right next to his, and everybody loved to hang out in his. And he smoked a lot. So much that I started smoking. He’d let you read what he was writing as he was writing it. One weekend everybody had cleared out for the long weekend. I went into the studio late afternoon on a Saturday to get some work done and this was affixed to my door. Oct, 1998.