"It's funny what boredom can inspire..." - Einstein, Albert.
I originally began my thirst for creation, through boredom alone. I'd love to weave a tale for you of inspiration and grand tales of history and blah blah blah, but the fact remains it started out as nothing more than a way to pass time.
It's funny isn't it, how something you once thought so inane, now becomes an emerged passion.
In the summer of 2001, current events in my life forced excess time into my lap. Without guidance, without purpose, I was left with the urge to create.
Does anymore need be written? I create, therefore I am.
I've completed many pieces yet to be displayed. I would love to tell you I'm lazy and lax in my efforts to post them for your eyes, however, as in my learning and growing past works, these need to be perfect. To me, and to me alone, perfect.