Profane Art | The Soul of the Artist: Michael Newberry

Rhodes smelled of dry grass and the sea. A steady lull of air swept quietly over the island from the Aegean. In May of 2002, I landed at Rhodes, Greece on a puddle jumper from Athens. After completing my first year of college, I was traveling overseas for the first time to help create a cultural revolution in the arts. I was 18 years old.