

Overcome DistanceOut of sight, we are left with our imagination.Overcome Distance
Flash of fear, we switch to our imagination.
Time to dream, we turn to our imagination.
Hold one's hand... we wait.
For love that lives
is not only in our imagination.


An ArtistShe is slowly opening herself to the world. Everyday she is learning. Sometimes she is wrong. Sometimes she is right. But even what is wrong and right is subjective. How will she know?An Artist
Does she simply allow a larger majority to dictate what is wrong and what is right for her? Or does she create her own set of standards and tell the large majority to simply fuck off?


Same tool, different uses.As artists, we get to explore. We look for our own inspirations, and we keep finding them in unfamiliar places.Same tool, different uses.
I have yet to find my ultimate tool of trade. I have a camera and I can photograph. I am a copywriter and I can write. I have a paintbrush and I can paint. I have a pen and some ink and I can sketch. I have a computer and I can manipulate. A lot of other people can do what I do.
When everybody uses the same tools, artists have the frustration to be differentiated.
But what makes us different is not our tool of trade. It is our craftsmanship.
It is our ideas.
I have an eye an


HomeHome? Isn't that "where someone resides" or "shelter"?Home
And then you have to ask yourself first, "how do I live?" In order to know where you live.
And in order to know what home is to you?
Well, since my family and I move around a lot, I have no permanent address, and survive on renting. 'Home' to me is something untouchable, something unseen, and sometimes it is unattainable.
I am no nomad. But I can live anywhere and I can also live nowhere.
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