Why do the creative posses the need to touch and inspire our fellow human beings?
Our all consuming creative beast is fueled by conflict and chaos.
What is it about the beast that can take the pain and ugliness of our lives and turn it into something beautiful.
Is it worth the self imposed isolation that comes along with it?
We are castaways on our own little island. A sea of self doubt separating us from the rest of the world.
It is both a gift and a curse forcing us to forgo food and sleep to express our creative need even if that need drives us to madness or pushes us to our demise.
We strive to create beauty until our last breath.
We share our deepest, darkest pain and inspire great joy with our work.
We are our own toughest critic and our worst enemy keeping us in obscurity when we are bound for something greater.