A stitch in time saves nine

...or something like that.

Many times I've crossed this great divide between what must be done and what feels right. They are not supposed to be two separate ideals, but the mind confuses. Not always what you have in mind is what your heart yearns.

I've always wanted some appreciation for my artistic work but I've never really wanted people to look deeper into me...I've always wanted them to look deeper into themselves, so that I could imagine that somewhere in them, was a part of me.

My curiousity is exclusively for the universe and the people in it...never for myself. If I were curious about myself, I know that I would be in an endless loop which would lead me to despair.

No one could see me in a work of art, only know what part of me seems familiar to them. I don't ever want people to tread on dark and ambiguous, pointless and almost random symbols that may or may not truly reflect my soul. No one could ever possibly unravel me through my art...if anything, they would unravel the world through my eyes and never come to understand why I see it as such. The world comes to me as it would to any mortal person...

...that is: there is nothing special about me, but maybe I can show you something special about the world.

To try to find me through my work, is to look to hard in the wrong place.