Story
Hey, I'm Michael! I grew up running with the wind at the edge of the desert in Las Vegas, and then I dove headfirst into windsurfing—who would have thought a desert kid would fall in love with the blue waves? Now I'm tinkering with curation at the art museum in the city, dealing with ancient paintings and old artifacts every day, like picking up shells in the river of time, pure and addictive. I'm quite simple; if I tell the story of an exhibit, it either won’t be said, or it’ll be as clear as a windsurf board gliding over the water. By the way, what's the most "out of place" place you've ever been? Like an aquarium in the desert or something; I absolutely love hearing those quirky stories!
