..sometime in 1955, and long before I was ever aware of French photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson’s “decisive moment”, I experienced my own such moment which in retrospect was as defining as it was decisive, that time I drew my name in wet concrete. drawing is a language one learns to make mischief with at an early age. When drawing is about finding truth in first things said, these days I like to start by breaking the tip of the pencil, like a welder scratch starts the arc of a burning rod.