Who am I? Good question. Do you need to know my background story to enjoy my art? Does the story sell the art? Or does the art sell the story? I am a person caught in a metaphor. I am a comma misplaced. I am the texture of a sunset. I am a petal of a flower. I am the inner rage that only a stroke of paint can express. I am a multitude of ideas that are silent. I am tired of being a ghost. I am tired of my world. My world is a stack of art; that is gathering cat fur and dust particles in the corner. I don't always like my art. I am my worse critic. I feel as that being known and being seen is an impossible dream. But, I keeping pushing on. What I want, is you to look and find something. Something you can relate to. Something that  you feel, something that you enjoy. 

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But if you require the match.com version of me-

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I am old enough to know what a phone booth is. I know what the smell of corn is like in late fall. I enjoy fresh cow shit on a pasture. I've been to the highest mountain and trapped inside a concrete jungle. I read a lot of books. I am quiet, but have a story, and my story is here in front of you. 

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