Ruairi: The Cost of Art
By
Garrett MacLean
Ruairi greeted me at the door of his apartment on Nguyễn Đình Chiểu street. A custom-made t-shirt with a broad smile patched onto its chest was tucked into high-waisted black trousers, paired with bright pink Crocs on his feet. He grinned from cheek to cheek as he led me in. His apartment opens directly into a kitchen, with the living room to the right and his art studio off to the left. Once inside, he closed the door behind us. Perhaps out of habit, keeping the inspiration where he wants it to stay.
