For five years I drew continuously. I have a pile of sketch books full of experiments, because I carried them wherever I went. I even designed jacket pockets to hold my books. In restaurants, on trains, on planes…sitting on benches and in waiting rooms…even down at the pub I drew and drew and drew. Then it stopped when I got depressed.

If you would like to read a short story about how my art made a comeback, please go here:

https://www.vgiglioart.com/healing-art/

If you’ve ever been depressed maybe my story will resonate.