JUST an amateur, an artist, a dreamer, with a vast and open imagination,where stories come in out of the blue,then take over my thought process.They lodge there indefinitely,where changes take place, but unfortunately,they stagnate or
mushroom, sometimes disappearing altogether, other times expand into amazing tell tales, which keep me soft and secure company, just like my hundreds pieces of art work, which I hardly show or share with anyone . I keep searching for direction, mostly how to deal,if I have to, with rejection or humiliation. I write storyboards of some ideas. They just collect dust. Since I rearrange my world almost daily, a lot of my work ends up under a pile, buried deep. I call myself a pilot, because I pile it here and there. HOPING stage 32,will point me in the right and beneficial direction,direction,direction