I sent off photos of my art over to Snapple HQ in ‘94 with a auto reply letter. Then I receive this in the mail when I came back from Christmas break. Huh. From the first letter to the second, something was up. But I could not give the art away. After all, I was in college not making a whole lot of dough. And so I asked the university attorney to check in to the letter. The president’s wife liked my art and was able to get this to his desk. Probably should have called myself instead. Looking back, my guess is it wasn’t a big deal. Could have been? Meh. I sold my first piece a couple of months later. The John Lennon white album portrait that was half done at the time.






