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  • I am a Painter. I write my Story in Images. I play all day with Color and Materials and Brushes and Pencils.

    Sometimes I erase in frustration, or cover up with more layers of paint, or scream and redo, or sometimes it just works the first time I do it, but at the end of the day there is always a Story.

    That Story is my Journey.

    The Spirit House is my House. I live Wild right under its roof with Hope and Dreams and Adventure and Risk.

    My Spirit House has no foundation and it floats freely through Time and Space and enters every Dimension without Obstacle. And when I am lucky enough to be Home, I go there too.
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