The universe is a poetic creation and we are the words. Truth is too much to contain alike honey taken in moderation. I have learned in my lifetime that youth is potent with the vital wellspring furthered into growth and maturity. We all are potential awaiting to find our purpose in love and in life. These early works are more abstract than my later ones, which have taken time and challenge to create. Day to day is structure, goals, noise and haste. Yet my true hope is of a universal rediscovery of our similarities which bring love and happiness between all of us. We are an earth so brimming in truth and beauty that such may overwhelm ourselves unless taken time and moderate increments. Art is truly long and the time we have here is precious. May you see the music of a sunset in wonder's vast splendor, so there is our nature but a revolve from dawn of life to its sunset. Not a soul is exempt from pain and tragedy in life, yet the melody behind our perceptions always is playing toward our greater wellspring of love, truth and beauty. May creativity bloom aside our now technological advancements. For they distance us and humanity need love. Be at peace and happy.