October 13, 1999: Not my day to baby-sit
Eyes, ladders and steps—I’d love to one day understand why they appear in my artwork. Everyday is a challenge for me—an uphill climb. Yet, I never know if I’m going up or down. When I say challenge, I don’t mean I can’t accomplish. I take on the slightest efforts to make them unique, one of a kind, something to hold and or endure. The eyes must represent how I constantly observe from afar—if you aren’t watching me, there’s a bigger chance I’m locked onto you. My strength is the ability of pin pointing your next step, up or down, before it happens. Very rarely can I explain a painting—almost never am I able to express the truest feeling within my poetry. Safeguards, self built walls, invisible string which trips me before answers are delivered. I’m at the point where I want to hide—looking back at the paintings, they don’t seem to say it…unless, where I’m hiding is within their realm.