There are always firsts in life, first cigarette, first shot, first time holding a gun, first time making love, first poem, first loss, first love, all first. This is my first journal, marking my coming back, my rebirth into this beautifully deviant place, filled with many kind souls who take the time to look and grace with their comments, my work. I think the reason any artist, myself not included, does what he or she does is to learn more about life, through one's self. We go through life as pieces of a game, we all have our limits, our rules to follow, our own unique code of conduct. This makes us who we are, how we see the world, how we are to grow. The world is full of mystery, things we cannot fathom or understand. But it is our never-ending endeavor to do so that makes us alive. With my work, I try to show life as it really is. Limited only by my world, my heart yearns evermore to grow, to develop. I've recently begun research on a small biographical piece on Mary Shelley, a great idyll of mine and someone I truly adore. I'm also working on putting a documentary together about a local art function called "1st Friday". This weekend I'm off to Montgomery to meet some old friends and to work furthermore on my developing photography skills. I feel the antiquity of the city will have a warmth to it, and help develop a story through my lens. In ending I would like to thank all of you, anyone who has ever commented me, stressing my crooked sunsets and so forth. Thank you for taking the time to notice, and for telling me. I would like to think the few people I've talked with on here, and wish you all the best.