My wife is the bulletin-sculptor in our ward, and I help out by meeting the bishop’s request that each speaker have a short bio written about them. It was in this pursuit that I learned the reasonÂ our high counselor has such frabjous hair: He is a painter.
With what I learned in writing the bio and the notes I took during his talk (this was all last March), I fully intended to interview Brother Taylor and post it here, but one thing led to seventy others and I never got around to it. Until now. (More details on how it finally happened (slash-disclaimer) are available at Thutopia.) Continue reading “Bryan Mark Taylor: â€œ…when I feel the Spirit I sit down and paint.â€”