I will tell you my story of shame that has haunted me since 1988. I was taking a college computer art class where we had to use DOS. I had a number of images I was altering and was working on one. My teacher came by and said, "Oh, Hokusai?" For reasons that still elude me, I responded, "No, it's mine." He looked surprised and moved on to the next student. It became clear very quickly the magnitude of my falsehood - easily one of the most 10 most recognizable images in Art History. Within two years I had written to my teacher explaining myself and apologizing, but that image follows me and mocks me at every opportunity. I wouldn't say it keeps me straight, because I am straight, but it shows me how a single lie in a single moment can come back and haunt you for the rest of your life.
I will tell you my story of shame that has haunted me since 1988. I was taking a college computer art class where we had to use DOS. I had a number of images I was altering and was working on one. My teacher came by and said, "Oh, Hokusai?" For reasons that still elude me, I responded, "No, it's mine." He looked surprised and moved on to the next student. It became clear very quickly the magnitude of my falsehood - easily one of the most 10 most recognizable images in Art History. Within two years I had written to my teacher explaining myself and apologizing, but that image follows me and mocks me at every opportunity. I wouldn't say it keeps me straight, because I am straight, but it shows me how a single lie in a single moment can come back and haunt you for the rest of your life.
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