Craft is key. Like criticism, every time a particle experiences friction it is much like static electricity and light. When a conversation (relic) in time happens, an impression is made.
The impressions these incredible artist made on me may be immeasurable. Is life immeasurable? In the time line of human history is my life too short to qualify? Why do I not deserve Social Security? Do I not work hard? Puh-lease. I am a machine
Human in the loop.
My eyes are keys. The art and life around me is fantastic. I have to give credit to the work that happened before me. Artists are not stupid.
If you can see me, I can see you.
For my teachers who have given me everything YOU’RE THE BEST!!!!!