Furr's grandmother introduced him to oil paints when he was 12 years old. He would set up a still life with fruit and paint it. He was obsessed -- he loved and still loves oil paint and the distinct smell of pure turpentine. "I was lucky. I found my dharma at age 12 years," he says.
When you look into a full-length mirror and raise your right hand, your image raises its left hand. And yet both your heads are still on top. So how does a mirror reverse things right to left, but not top to bottom? Does the mirror somehow know horizontal from vertical?
Based on my routinely exhibited ability to make grandiose statements that can't be proven wrong but for which I nevertheless have no proof, I've always thought I would make an excellent astrophysicist.
As a designer, one of the most frequently asked questions I get is, "What to do to make a room feel bigger, brighter and more interesting?" The answer is simple, affordable and really hard to screw up. Mirrors.
Taking a breather from our Gulf Coast miasma in order to focus on an even ghastlier blight of cultural crude washing up on American shores. No, this is not about Lady Gaga. Although, I do intend to address walking parasites.