Volume 1. Chapter 1. Preamble


When I look in a mirror, I want to see deep within. Appearance is only a shell; the inner heart is more true. The heart is an allegory in a story written on my face.


My face is a crust that has formed over my inner being. When I paint it, I want you to see how feelings from my heart left it as you see it.


A process of forming creates movement. Straight lines are static; planes are static; whereas circles, infinities, and coils unwind the creative and produce life.