I’m logical. Too much so. But on this sheet I can do wonders. I can be as emotional as I please. As I bleed. The pages hold the answer to the age-old question;
“Can I feel without Direction?”
In these lines, in my art, you can see the light in my eyes. Between the lines, you’ll hear without delay, all of the words I cannot say. These drawings of my heart, for you to see, and the world to never understand.