I am a Giant, a Brute, a Savage Force of Nature. You try to deny me with your skepticism, bind me with your pessimism, erase me with the shallowness of your intellect, sedate me with the tranquilizer darts of mundanity, forget me by relegating me to the margins and footnotes of history . . . but I always come back, and I always triumph in the end. I am a life force and I only grow stronger. I experience death, only to learn its secrets and return, reborn in another body. I insist on the authenticity of my wounds. My paint brush drips red with the fire-blood of inner passion. My words are the winds of wisdom that blows, chilling you to the core.
I am a vessel for all that is vital in this world. I am a channel for all that is hidden and ubiquitous. I know the distance between the North and the South, the East and the West, the Upper and the Lower Realms, the Past, the Present and the Future. My experience is electric and moves at the speed of light. My nervous system reaches to the other side of the world, to the Moon and back. I know the Universal Void. I see colors impossible for you to see. I can take myself apart and put myself back together again. I can hear a pin drop on the bottom of the cold seas. I feel things that you do not even have words for. I am an artist. What do you do?