Who am I, hmm, a question I guess we all must ask ourselves now and then. I suppose I am a relentless artist. Making everything in my life art. I have the tortured soul to bear it and the untrusting heart to muse at. Aching for acceptance even as I strive to be my own and try to never fall behind another’s footsteps. I journey thru this life doing whatever I can to keep true to what makes me happy. As we all must do, I falter from time to time, but inevitably I get up and go at it again with full force. There isn’t a second in my life in which I regret, and if I can hold to that until I die, I would feel accomplished.