From Magic to Homelessness

A self-portrait I drew after finding out I was going to be homeless, jobless and broke

Living in a 1920s craft home overlooking a cemetery was surreal. I walked to work every day passing by the castle where Zelda Fitzgerald tragically died. Sometimes, I’d take the long way through The Shakespearean outdoor theatre, a secret sanctuary hidden deep within a park.

As I made my way into downtown Asheville, past the Grove Arcade, I’d often see the sunrise over the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was transfixing…