Who indeed. What is there worth mentioning that is of any significance? The desires to be someone of worth, to be successful, to be better than what is. They play in concert as waring choruses battling for supremacy. They are the distant sounding, muffled, voices that linger in your head, stubbornly hanging on for relevancy, a flicker of hope. They sing in platitudes, assuring you that you are more than what you would have yourself believe, trying to convince you of the possibilities that lay before you, the happiness and pride, but they get lost in the noise of the overlords that aim to sabotage and destroy the mind and leave your life to rot. As long as somewhere in the mind, fraught with despair, there is a glimmer in opposition that can help guide lead you down the path to self-discovery and ultimately self-realization there will always be hope for a better you and an even better tomorrow. For some that path leads through the creative mind.

Through his love of pop culture, over the years, the ideas swirled presenting him with a palette with a myriad of colors. What ideas, fantasies, does he pull from the pool of imagination? How will he combine them and what impressions will he leave upon them that make them unique. The world of imagination is full of colors, and he intends to use those that call to him to leave an imprint upon the world, find his place and more importantly find himself. Through his evolution to becoming what he was meant to be, will he find that it was to be a great creator or just another dreamer. Does it really matter if in the end he’s become the person he should have always been? Maybe not, but what the hell, fingers crossed; dream big.