Guess I am the sterotypical moody artist.
My soul demands that I create beautiful things.
My heart longs for love as much as my body craves a lover. Time has been kind to my face, but not to my heart. Behind the smiling eyes cries the soul...behind the happy smile, lives the memory of a lonely time in life, yet within the heart hope survives.
Canvas and paint are no longer enough, so I will paint with words what I can not live out loud.
Location
edge of sanity, N.C.