I Write For What's Left Of The

My Ideas Are Not Meant To Suggest Dreams Or Reality, But A Surreal Quality.

I Write For What's Left Of The Eight-year-old Still Rattling Around Inside My Head

The Opportunity To Create A Small World Between Two Pieces Of Cardboard, Where Time Exists Yet Stands Still, Where People Talk And I Tell Them What To Say, Is Exciting And Rewarding.

Though I’ve Grown Old, The Bell Still Rings For Me As It Does For All Who Truly Believe.

I Think Most People Agree There Is A Component Of Skill In Art Making; You Have To Learn Grammar Before You Learn How To Write.