James Victore the author of this book is a designer who failed at one art school and was kicked out of another.
His work hung in the Museum of Modern Art. He taught at the School of Visual Arts for 20 years.
He bought an apartment in SoHo and a house in the country.
The morale of this story is for everyone–artists and non-artists alike.
James Victore gives readers permission to be weird.
Reading Feck Perfuction gave me a shot in the arm of confidence to dare to be my unusual self.
I recommend you read this short book too.
The morale is in the moral of this story: there’s no one right way to live.
There’s no right time to do something.
The only way to live is to be yourself. The only time to do something is now.
Feck Perfuction is an unlikely font of self-help.
You might be able to check it out of a library like I did.
My thoughts got jangled like a mad wind chime after I read this book.
What Victore has to say is unsettling because he’s throwing down a dare.
Go on–be your glorious Self. There is no one else you have to be.
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