Artist.Until i am cold and dead laying underneath 6 feet of Earth and worms find refuge in the back of my hollow skull, i'll be making art. I don't live for money, fame, or that nice house on the beach. I live for love and expression. I live for that one divine moment when a person creates something that brings themselves closer to the soul, to that intangible, incommunicable second that defines existence. and i find that in art. It is in my make and without it i am nothing. To create something that touches another person gives me purpose and permission to live. My need for creation cannot be explained in words. It can only be felt. It is my verse. It is my temple.
This is not a manifesto...This is Dance Red Machine.
