Creating a place for the eye to ponder is the most liberating activity for me. Everyday unfolds so many opportunities for the mind to bend, twist, reform, change or morph into the unknown... These visions, these dreams, and these infatuations become me in my efforts to interpret my inner self portrait. I fell in love with art before I even knew I existed...Really if you look in my mother's womb...you can see my first tribal wall drawings...hehe! Ever since I could pick up a crayon I knew it was my destiny and I never held a pen for just notes of words but of visual context. I can remember taking vocabulary quizzes and I drew a picture for each word that was given...It always got me extra points...But I think it was just the way I had seen things compared to the norm or the structured way we were all made to see it., such as being graded for left brained memory and not other means of learning as I have grown accoustom to in the right brain. I never really became conformed into this world ...be it the time scheadule, the learning process, the steps to become successful...I have always followed my heart and physical feelings for what I felt at the time would make the best at what ever I decided to do.