I Don't Write With An Outline. I

Let Things Be, Let Yourself Be, Let Everything Be And Accept It As It Is. Nothing More. Nothing Less.

All Of Us Started Normal. All Of Us Started Out As Functioning Human Beings With The Potential To Do Almost Anything We Wanted, But Somewhere Along The Paths Of Our Lives, We Got Lost.

The Promise Of Eternal Life Makes People Forsake The Life They're Given.

Life, Not Death, Is The Great Mystery You Must Confront.

There Are No Categories In Contemporary Art. There Are No Rules. Artists Are Given The Freedom To Make And Create Whatever They Please And Call It Whatever They Please. I Identify With That System, Or Lack Of System, Much More Than I Do The Landscape Of Contemporary Publishing.