For a long time all I wanted for Christmas were books about outdoor survival. I was convinced that the woods were calling me. I camped a lot, I took classes. At 18, I told myself if I don't live in the woods by myself by the time I'm 25, I have failed.
Classic art was the art of necessity: modern romantic art bears the stamp of caprice and chance.
I absolutely adore Thanksgiving. It's the only holiday I insist on making myself.

