By the Artist Eddie Settles I noticed art long before I understood what art really was. I was about four years old, still small enough that the world towered above me, but big enough to pay attention. My Uncle Johnny was the first artist I ever knew. He would sit with a comic book or the newspaper in front of him and bring the images to life on paper. He studied them, line for line, shape for shape, and then recreated them with a pencil like it was nothing. I watched him with