A Dreamer of Dreams of Epic Proportions

I can’t remember a time where I didn’t consider myself an artist. Everything I do, everything I look at is considered through an artistic eye. I think this ability came from my mother, I remember driving across the desert in my youth on family vacations and my mom would tell us to look out into the landscape and imagine what it was like a million years ago. I would gaze out and think about the land rushing past me and what it may have looked like with dinosaurs roaming through it or with lush vegetation, imagining the colors I would use to re-create the setting in my minds eye. It is with that same curiosity that I approach life today.