For every hair on my head, theres a direction i want to go. I want to scream with all the fire fueling my inner engine. my eyes are heavy and irritated by over use, aching for relief, but the day has just begun. the writing coming from my fingers repeats the same few frustrations. all of which i find little point in posting since it's uncommon that they'll be accepted in a savvy condition. but inspiration resides on the chain around my neck.. a single souvineer suggests a naked tree, a natural symbol of growth and harmony; of hope and renewal, of life itself, and reminds me that i am an artist. what moves me, renews me, and makes me more alive is mine.
but like you, i am art.. open to interpretation.