I keep coming back to its not so much I want to make a living as artist as it is I desire "the art of living" in my life.I wish to incorporate art in all I say and in all I do. As I move through a day I become a vessel of new and unorthodox mediums. Molding my circumstance as clay is to the hand. A man wearing a sandwich board with painted canvases on both sides and reporting to everyone in a voice laced with music and with gestures full of grace. The soul must be my instrument of expression. Is it not so much a finished piece like having arrived as it is the process like the journey? My ultimate gain is emotional not necessarily financial. I love the fact that some art is given away as well as sold.