You all want western? You want animals? You want me to include the horses on the wild horse ranch in the county that weren't f**king there?

You need a tough skin as the day goes on and the comments become increasingly deranged, but most of the time there's really solid advice.

When I'm stressed my mind ends up taking me to the bottom of the ocean to chill out.

I simply do not have the space, time, confidence, or dedication to my work to restretch these canvases.

So no, I'm not a starving artist. I'm an economically strangled one.

Picture it: Cheyenne, Wyoming, 2008. Leap day. Your parents buy their first home in the wake of the Great Recession. You're a precious...