Reading my blog

Each posting in my blog is like a painting or a song or a meal to me; artistic expression; born of whatever unique colors, sounds, or ingredients that any day or moment might provide. It does not intend to share any beliefs or otherwise. I sometimes write sad songs when I’m happy; draw faces I’ve never seen; cook cold soups in the winter.

I’d read it like I might eat a meal; concerned for the quality, freshness, and wholeness of the meal and less for any attention to classical ideal or detail; historical standard; status quo.

This blog just is… my idea of art... an ex.peri.mental.remix
– not a confession (okay, maybe sometimes ;)