I've meant to update this section for a long time. I am sorry if I don't email back right away. There are some on my page that have been my friend for over 20 years, one for over 22 years. You are the ones that I think of most on days like this day. You are the ones that understand if I don't call or email on days like today. Because you all know that I'll always be alright. I'm a very private person, a reclusive person that works on my art, whether that is animation, design, oil painting, oil pastels, or my graphite drawings frequently in my home. I lose time when I am in here alone. When engaged in my painting or drawings, time is still and the world outside, that I think about constantly, passes by. I view the world and all of us that are alive and dead in this place, as an intricate, complex pattern of connections and symbolisms that give and take from one another to maintain a constant ever evolving shape. Those we meet in passing and those we've maintained constant relations with throughout our lives, is what molds our environments surrounding each of us. I am passionate, affectionate, loving, brilliant, genius, stupid, cold, silly, social, and anti-social. I believe in the power of human touch. Through all of our human thoughts, our senses, our actions, we motivate, provoke, antagonize, care for, destroy, and build the world we live in one fleeting moment at a time. A musician in Ireland on the other side of the world writes a song about spending Christmas Eve in a NYC drunk tank. This very song I listened to in happier holidays of the past, yet it now only connects me to that time through memory, and makes me feel content, connected, but disconnected. I am simple, I am complex, I am a deep thinker with little common sense. I understand the power of an idea, and the horrific dangers that may stem from one. A wealthy Saudi on the other side of the world is disconnected from his Kingdom. Years later, armed with a following, a deadly idea, bombs, he strikes back at Western Civilization and his Kingdom. Morning, September 11th, 2001. That very man that feels disconnected from the world, armed with a deadly idea, a following, and bombs, collapses the World Trade Center. This fatally nightmarish event, driven to our realities by one man's deadly idea, changed the scape of all our futures, and the future of this world we all face. I believe in the power of an idea, the power of a dream. An American man has a dream for a change, a non-violent change for a better future for all, and so he non-violently fought. Morning, April 4, 1968. That very man is violently shot and killed in Memphis, Tennessee. His philosophy of a non-violent direct action, his strategies for rational and non-destructive social change, galvanized the conscience of this nation, the world, and reordered our priorities. His dream and ideas remain alive and ever constant in all of us. Connection. We are all connected to one another, living and dead. What I accomplish today, may affect you tommorrow. I strive to be better, I compete for change, I dream to be unique...
