The Clay and the Hands
“At first it’s colors on a page. No order. No rhyme or reason. No rules. Just freedom. Before I know it, the symbols in my head become stories on a canvas. Much like words that unravel from my brain when I’m writing, the story reveals itself in the art.”
An Invitation to Witness My Midlife Becoming
“Purity isn’t keeping yourself clean from the filth of fornication and bad decisions. Purity is maintaining your authenticity in a culture where square pegs are asked to shave themselves down to fit into round holes.”