Read something on McArthur Binion, artist in Detroit, and what left me the most curious was an off-hand comment that he used to drive taxis to make ends meet.
I am no art buff and make no pretensions of expert criticism. He clearly has a lot going on upstairs. I wonder what taxi driving was like. Was his head full of ideas? Did he compartmentalize? Was every fare two more hours in the studio to accomplish something? Did he zone out and veg, or was it a constant battle of hopes, curiosity, wonder, and irritation?