Sometimes I can not believe the amount of odd behaviour that i get up to. I still wonder whether my art excellence should be used elsewhere or if I'm focusing enough on the right opportunities. I understand now that my path is very different from my contemporaries. I am nothing like any artists and nothing like any person. Sometimes I feel as if I am some type of alien that has found there way to Earth. My art is an extenson of this. For every work that I make is just as different from the previous. My mind works in such a wide scope that it almost impossible for me to be consistent. I see this situation as bot a gift and curse. It is a burden I alone must bear.