ÔøΩ ÔøΩ ÔøΩ What am I without a vison? I wrote this onÔøΩWednesday, February 17, 2010 at 15:20pm My artist statment. Silence; I am desperately trying to find something. My search in the black foam and the fog of my psyche. I see no other way to that place/emotion/world, oh I donÔøΩt know. I saw you in a dream recently. I knew instantly I would be there with you again. I need to find that place, to right the wrongs, it is the punishment that I need, perhaps? I can feel a reality slipping away from me, with this drive replacing it, this quest. Where my problems are worked out and my worries are confirmed and made corporeal, real worries walking and seeing, they are deformed and contorted ideas in the flesh (and in the fog), where my love, even your taunts will leave me smiling. I think I will get there, perhaps I will see some of you there. Where the crows call and the forest silence is broken.