There are places in my mind I have never been. When I write I often feel like a creator, it is the same when I take pictures and play with sound. The urge is to create something new or maybe to discover something that was already there. What inspires a person? Fame...Art...Truth? Or one creates out of a basic instinct to create? I was always a shy child, then I became vocal on the words that bled on paper or images that were reinterpretations of dreams that I had long ago and sounds that scream the truths which were left unsaid. Is this all I have to say? No, there is more to images, to words and to sound. As you see, there are still places in my mind where I have never been.