Letter From (one of) the Editors

One night about two years ago, I was lying on a cot in the mountains of Colorado, freezing. Frost covered the ground and the camping gear. Too cold to sleep, I decided to think about something purposeful, since I was "between" jobs and not sure where my art career was headed. I ruminated about my accomplishments, my interests and things I wished I had done.

One of my desires had always been…