May 22, 2000: I can’t do black and white
I see so much when I look into it…yet I’m left horribly empty. I want to add more until there’s no room. I don’t draw apples and mountains—my heart sees more when looking at objects of grand creation. To question the vision is like staring down God, “What the fucks up?” This is why I must learn to listen—bring into each painting the releasing of ability, to hear all things even if it’s a lost soul who’s been walking a thousand years.

So…you enjoy what you see? Pretend for a moment that it didn’t come from me. Listen quietly to the music playing, vocals filled with temptation—it’s as if creativity is raining. But, can you see the story? Mask if you will, the real reason you are here. Paint it black, then white it out—use your fingertips to read…feel that? That’s me.