I am whom you would call the incessant painter of thoughts. Many of these thoughts are inspired by troubling experiences that have yet to be understood. My observances of the world, both real and imaginary, are sucked into the vortex of my hand, and translated onto blank sheets of paper, where you will be immediately trapped within my psyche. In the end, I find much comfort in the creative expression of writing...and so you shall see.
| Journal (Love) | 03/08/2007 | The Core |
| Journal (Reflective) | 03/11/2008 | Through Ashes and Dust |
| Journal (Reflective) | 04/05/2008 | Entre Plumas Blancas y El Demonio |
