Returning to my roots
I am not for classification
nor fame, fleeting moment blossoms brightly
dies away and is only
entropy
I am not for transformation into
generic suitability
of form, fashion, method
seeks the limelight like an
errant moth, burnt
embittered by the lantern
You may think as you please
The challenge of art is sometimes to juggle creation with success. I, reclusive, retiring and unable to push myself forward struggle to place my art in what seems to be a world of conformity. Unlike many of my narrative images, these exist solely as a pleasure to myself. In returning to my roots, I simply remember what it is I love to do. This is creation and art in its simplest form. Its honesty is in not trying to be anything else.