I’ve spent some time contemplating what it means to be an artist. Creativity is fluid, flowing from one form to another…

I am a natural born seeker. Although I know the answers to my questions may never be found, I would rather search than give up.

A quiet orchestra builds sound in empty space…

What is the goal of evolution? A higher consciousness? Realization of our true nature?

I love the jungle… for it reminds me that I’m wild too.

Nothing… Nothing at all

I’m in a world so surreal,

yet unflatteringly tangible

but I can see right through it…