Life feeds me. Like a David Mamet play with the words and staging unfolding as I go. At the edge of my seat, I lean in closer. Pay attention. I breathe in the landscape and colors around me. Open myself and tune into the cosmos and universal sound. I commune with spirit, preferably near a laptop where I can get it all down and rework the words in such a way to honor the rhythm and connection.
I get off on dark - anything slightly subversive or off-center works well for me. I'm turned on and driven by Rob Zombie's horror, Tim Burton's slant, and the psychosis' of Edgar Allan Poe. The dark feeds me. I love to work when twilight gives into dusk. The moon and energy of night conspire the crafting of my offering.
I lead in the revolution - more art illuminating more truth. I believe in free will and the power of the people. I believe in Willie Nelson and the songs of Janis Joplin. I illuminate social outcasts, dissent, and living outside the lines. I walk the edge playfully for the experience and depth it brings. I'm fascinated by the line between sane and crazy - total abandon. I live by music and the many ways it feeds my soul. I love by heart and humanity.
Words come to me - I hear things or feel a certain tick to a character and work with that. A voice says something — one line and suddenly a whole project is birthed out of it. That voice. I connect, plug in, and am resourced by light. I move in divine flow. I sing to the Mother, Kali, Krishna, and all the seers. I sit in silence, prayer... and there too find art.