there is a pretty good reason for why i do what i do. its not a calling. its not my destiny or anything of the sort. really the only reason i do whatever it is i do is because i can't think of doing anything else. wait... thats not true either. thought doesn't actually enter into it.
not to say it stays the same. life is change. art imitates life, no matter how grotesque it may be, it evolves; sprouts extra limbs, builds scar tissue, keeps breathing.
i like to think that every thing i create is an extension of myself, as such it is impossible to hide myself from the viewer, much as i may try, i can't take myself out of my lines.