My art is a slice of my existence. It is my philosophy and my footprint, my quirks and my shortcomings, my shelter and home. It is all that I love and have learned to love about myself. It is my disease. It is who I am, and through the fantastic motions of the ideas in the human mind, my art is who you are as well. The art in our minds unites us as people, as humans who live, breathe, and feel, who create and destroy. Our perceptions of art and beauty unite us as one. Through art we all are bound by invisible connections.