Molly Lackey

I don’t really know why or when I stopped doing art. The flow of drawings that had poured out of me in my early teenage years had dried up by early twelfth grade. An abortive visit to an art school coinciding with a big scholarship offer to the state school, not to mention the normal busyness of senior year and an overloaded academic schedule, probably all coalesced into a sort of fog that hung ar