My creativity is disorienting to me and sometimes it scares me. It owns me and comes with no guarantees and no promises. i have no clue what choices and possibilities may lie ahead because all my art is incidental. All my art is inspired on fortuitous events. My creativity is before i am.
i try to relax and enjoy it. Hopefully, my art points to what cannot be seen with the eyes. Hopefully, my poetry points to silence and quietness. Hopefully, they will teach me how spectacular the ordinary is.