Over the past couple years I have made only a handful of completed artistic ‘pieces’. Maybe less than a handful. Most of them have been for other people. It’s something emotional, special and very important that I do. Communicating verbally and always when person to person makes me nervous and unable to express myself. I want to connect somehow, and I am very grateful that I can make that happen through images and the act of sharing it with someone else. They are little emotional explosions. I’m provoked and need to connect. Partly a selfish indulgence of strong emotions and this need to connect, but also maybe a method of support. I don’t know what it causes in other people, because its almost a private moment or thought. Usually I don’t share any of these pieces but I haven’t made anything in such a long time, and the circumstances for why I had to make it have been on my mind quite a bit. There is not exactly a reason why I feel close to this person. Possibly I see myself in her and respect her character and circumstances. Maybe she is at an end and I am at a beginning? She has experienced my beginning and it makes me realize there are ends in my future. Aren’t ends just beginnings? Maybe neither apply, and it’s all change. Change is hard… but so is not changing.