In my mind so many ideas, I cannot put them to paper, I cannot find any medium or words to describe what I see. A thousand images cast on the backs of my eyelids and I wish I could tell you what I see, show you how it could be, will be and all that may have been. These stories of lives never lived, these faces that that do not have a name, and the places I know are born only of my imagination. How can an artist with a 3d mind paint in a world that seems so one dimensional. There is not yet a way to share these things with you. Like the word on the tip of your tongue, so close you can taste it..... I hate writers block.