I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not spe….

The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours..

...she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is n….

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence..