I have finally taken the plunge and deicided to have a 'comming out' event. 'Comming out' in the sense that I'm going to announce myself to the world as an 'artist'. It's such a hard word to say, to put it our there in front of people. "yes but what do you do for a living?" they might add. It's true, as history shows us, not alot of artists die rich, nor sane, nor well loved. But it's my thing, it's what I do regardless of whether there's hundred's of people who will see, or just little old me. It's what I do, what I've always done, and what I will be doing long aways into the future. With my bare paint-splatted feet, and mad twists of knotted hair bunned up like birds nests. With my music playing, and my insence, and my coffee (which from time to time I STILL dip my brush in by mistake). This is me, warts and all and I'll shout, and bare my soul to the masses. " I AM an artist" and this is just the beginning.