In the year 2000 I was in my senior year of art school just south of downtown Milwaukee in a place they call the Third Ward. I was a fine-arts drawing major, I listened to Radiohead, and I wanted to create illustrations for magazines such as Rolling Stone once I graduated. I wasn’t breaking any molds here. I was naive like any other twenty-one year old about to step into the real world. But something one of my drawing teachers said stuck with me. He said that certain projects we would attempt in the future would take more than one hour to complete, more than one drawing to solve, and that we might spend a large part of our life attempting to successfully reach this artistic endeavor.
To me this seemed far-fetched. At the time I lived drawing to drawing and day to day. But by 2006 I was growing increasingly bored by making one image after the other that didn’t hold some sort of connecting idea. This was when I began writing Sacco.
The last 7 years this story has been with me and I worry that my memories won’t place Sacco and the journey I’ve taken with it appropriately.
This blog is meant to be a reminder.
Of mistakes along the way.
Of the breakthroughs I might forget.
One of the biggest motivators for me to start this blog is the image below. At the time, my wife and I were living in an apartment building in Chicago with two of our closest friends living right down the hall. They recently got married and were leaving the city in search of jobs in/around Milwaukee. On the day I drew this both of them were not at home (most likely in Milwaukee, since they were in the process of moving) and we had a spare key to their apartment. I sat on one of the stools surrounding the island in their kitchen and worked with one light on in the darkness as the sun came up. This page is the last memory of my friends living in Chicago. A few months later, we were disappeared too- to New York.