Today we’d like to introduce you to John Winters.
Hi John, thanks for joining us today. We’d love for you to start by introducing yourself.
I wish I could say it started with a camera, but that would be far too normal.
It actually began with a mild administrative error involving a time-traveling vending machine and three raccoons who were deeply invested in the future of visual storytelling. One thing led to another, and I found myself accidentally apprenticing under a retired lighthouse keeper who insisted that “light is just gossip from the sun.” That stuck.
We all face challenges, but looking back would you describe it as a relatively smooth road?
As the lighthouse keeper gave me tasks to teach and make me a sharper instrument, he was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. The keeper would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Soon he would sail off into the sunset never to be seen again.
Thanks – so what else should our readers know about your work and what you’re currently focused on?
My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.
Is there anyone you’d like to thank or give credit to?
A magical vagabond tramp named Mr. Hoboton was my second mentor. He arrived without announcement, as all truly disruptive influences do. One moment there was an empty park bench, the next there was Hoboton, seated cross-legged, feeding crumbs to pigeons that were very clearly taking notes. He wore a coat that seemed to have seasons stitched into the lining, and a hat that refused to stay the same shape twice. When he spoke, it sounded less like language and more like a suggestion the universe had agreed to honor temporarily.
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