When you begin to talk"at"me and are no longer talking"with"me, then we are no longer connecting.
When our conversation begins to have no meaning my imagination is trained to carry me away. Of course I still remain but I am also gone. I'm an artist but I do not confuse myself with being "art"itself. Only the Creator would claim this. My creativity has served me well as a weapon of change and a defense mechanism as well. In my formative years of being force-fed useless information, I filled my classroom papers with crazy doodles and wild imagery just to keep my sanity. Like a lot of us I'm recovering from childhood. Drawing especially has been both a great comfort and personal passion of mine all my life.