its strange to think it all stared with a sketch, a hope, crossing your fingers praying for then best. didn't think it would amount to to much, but now i'm in the art school at Penn State. so hey, i guess i must have done something right. through all these years of making these hands bleed, of studying their every curve. knowing the drawing because it is my talent and my skill and the thing i see most often in the world. my own hands. the verry means by which i illustrate themselves. i dont know what i plan to do. or where i plan to take this. but i know i have no intention of stopping. if i can eliminate all the possibilities of things i wont do,...maybe i can leave myself with the general idea of something i would like to do. this will take time, but i expect it. hell, maybe i can even learn to spell by then. HA. well goodnight my thoughts and aspirations of things i dont yet know. ill sleep on it. ill let you know when it dawns on me.
