it's a bit strange, thinking back. If i go through my art and look at what the last few years have brought I would not know myself. I keep thinking back through time and seeing a diffrent person. diffrent future and way diffrent result in an unknown conclusion.

told me in 2006 that I'd be an international designer, making stunt equipment for movies, tv, and stunt shows globally, as well as a very well known and respected costume maker...i'd have laughed my head off. In 2006, I was praying to be the next published comic book artist. that's it.

I would have slapped you in 2002, saying, "no time...working on my novel. and in 2003 plotting my suicide."

so wierd.

Today i sit in another well of betweens, now I desire time to write my novel again, but I want to costume, I want to paint, and...I want to do comics. But there is no time.

time...

time,

what a funny concept. why doe it change us so much from moment to moment?