Friday

Friday was always my favorite day as a kid. I remember waiting eagerly at home for my dad to arrive back from work. As soon as he'd step foot in the house he'd be shelling out a few dollars into my hand for my weekly allowance. I'd take off running over to Casey's to buy a new pack of baseball cards; usually it was a pack of Topps but every now and then I'd splurge for a card that I'd been eying up in the display case. Soon after I'd make my way to one of my friends house where we'd sprawl our collection along the worn carpet and begin make trade proposals.

I guess that same habit subconsciously carried on over in adulthood. As of late I've found myself fumbling across the internet for artists that I enjoy. Every now and then I'd send out an e-mail inviting said artist to peruse my work; if they found an image that was to their liking I'd encourage a trade. After a few failed attempts I started getting some positive feedback and then before I knew it I was getting packages delivered to my work desk every other week.

Just recently I received a package from Alex Goss. I don't know what it is necessarily about his work that grabbed my attention...perhaps it was the fact that after flipping through page after page I began to see his development as an artist or that his subject matter is so different from the everyday visuals that I see living in a city such as New York. Either way, thanks Alex.