Don, we’d love to hear your story and how you got to where you are today both personally and as an artist.
It began in 2010 when I was cooking at a friend’s place. The deal was I got free rent as long as I cooked food, which I immediately agreed. So, the first night I’m making dinner, I’m about to dice up quite a few onions for a curry when I look in his knife drawer, and there is one small, sad serrated knife. I bet you can imagine what that process looked like, and it’s as miserable as it sounds. I cried, half because of the onions, but half because of how much I hated it.