For weeks I have been taking care of my grandmother, it has taken all of my time, I don't regret it but I miss painting something awful. It is going to be long road with taking care of her, her body is healthy, it's her mind that has gone to the funny farm. I want to paint and my head is filled with ideas. Bear with me, I will be back.
I believe in the Magic of Creation... this is my world, where ideas are born and their journeys tell the final story. The good, the bad, the happy and sad, just plain old crazy.