My Father, the Artist

Young boys idolize their Fathers, and I am no an exception to this rule. As a matter of fact, I may very well be the epitome of it. My father is an artist, and by that I mean, he can draw. He can draw really well actually. I'm not sure if that explains, or is... Continue Reading →

Master Craft

I am convinced that the written word is one of the highest forms of communication among human beings. It is the closest thing to telepathy that we will get, until telepathy becomes available. With the written word, I take images and ideas from my mind and project similar, if not the exact same images and ideas into your mind. Telepathy, which when... Continue Reading →

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