I remember when I used to attend ArtMonday’s at Atlanta’s Apache Cafe as simply a photographer and artist. I’d walk in from a hard workday of a grind that was not mind doing work that, while it was substantive, it was also soulless to me and would leave me drained. So when I would get here it was like a baptism for my soul; a creative baptism in a communion of artists, photographers, models, DJs all finding their voices. It was rejuvenating…