Out of the cardboard box

about Gerald Brom

After he was born, Brom was kept in a cardboard box. When someone once asked him how he became an artist, he told them a bunch of lies. He had to or else they would find him and put him back in his box, and he’s been through a lot to crawl out of it and stay here, like everyone else. Once he tried to paint to make other people happy, but this made him unhappy. He once drew a picture of his first grade teacher. In the picture she was nude and had wings of fire. He drew a picture of himself drawing a picture. There was a smiling devil in that picture. He once had a girlfriend, but she never knew. She said strange things to him, like “who am I”. It made me anxious. He met a girl who dressed funny and had a bad haircut. She told him who she was and he was too. She liked to draw ugly pictures as well, so he married her and they built a castle together with a deep moat full of snakes where it rains every day. They like rain.

Born in the deep dark south of Albany, Georgia, in the mid-sixties, Gerald Brom, an army brat, spent his entire youth on the move and unabashedly blames living in such places as Japan, Hawaii, Germany, and Alabama for all his afflictions. From his earliest memories he has been obsessed with the creation of the weird, the monstrous, and the beautiful.



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