My First Meeting of a REAL Artist

“It was in The Pit nearly two weeks ago that I met Frank Reed; the big, fantastic artist that I had seen walking around campus in faded blue jeans and matching jacket, looking as if he owned the world, because he knew that we knew that he had an Art Show somewhere in Europe. And he was right. We were all impressed with his swagger. We were impressed with everything about him, I more than anyone. I knew there was something more to this man than even what he was attempting to portray. I knew there was a depth to him, and that he had the Kunstwollen—the driving force of the Art Spirit—hanging like a halo around his head.”

From The Muse: Coming of age in 1968, page 4.