My best art comes from the psychoanalysis of chaos.
My muse is lit by the fire of internal wreckage and emotional exhaustion,
that my automatic response is to flood from my fingertips
the internal scream that is then translated
to actual
lines.
I hear God talking.
I feel a nod in my direction.
I know I see
what they are not ready to.
So we create,
in efforts to awaken those minds whose knee-jerk reaction
