What’s the point in all of this?
A question asked by many a creative professional, sometimes after frustrating client meetings, sometimes in front of a computer screen, sometimes after seeing a compromised final product.
Here’s Klaus Nomi, 1982, stricken with AIDS, barely understanding the disease he was dying from, offering what he could, creatively. He’s about dead, and it wan’t clear to his doctors just why: his friends had to visit him wearing protective plastic bags. He’ll be gone by 1983. And here he is, in artistic defiance, as all he could do.Read More