You think you know someone by looking at his face but what can one face say about the thousand thoughts behind those eyes.

I write on a visual canvas, 'seeing' a scene in my thoughts before translating it into language, so I'm a visual junkie.

I'm fascinated by the narrative of geology, and I'm a veritable pack rat of a collector on the road. I keep a rock hammer in my car.

I don't remember being a child, and that's why I think I'm so child-like now in my unending curiosity and approach to life.

Attack thoughts towards others are attack thoughts towards ourselves.

Im waiting, for what, my kind of people, what kind is that, i can tell my kind of people by their faces, by something in their faces.