Brad Larcen
About Me
One man's strategic magic pattern is another man's worn welcome is a tale told by an elephant. The town didn't even have a name then, what they found was a strange accent. It may not have been true, but it certainly could have been. Of the last dozen years of his life, from 1991-2004, years during which he dropped us into the maelstrom without preliminary niceties, 2002 markes the high point on the trajectory, the peak of the curve, the zenith. A sensibility that seems never to have said no.
