Origin Story: Art as a Clue

I used to save my scarce student stipend to sip espresso at the café in the Palácio das Artes in Belo Horizonte, a five-minute escape from the imposing, decaying building of the law school I'd eventually drop out of. Before that, I went to every play in a one-theatre town, sparse and poor as the programming was.

Now I live a ferry ride from Broadway.