A picture to complicating to describe or put any meaningful words to continues to take shape. Colors running in seemingly endless directions, the artist wonders how he keeps on out doing himself. Anticipation and curiosity keep his head steadily working away with unborn images. The dream comes to him often... that one day it will all be the most beautiful masterpiece he knows.

This fall is promising to be the biggest months I've ever experienced before. It was 2 years ago that one of his good friends was here to visit him and that has not changed. Even more so his best friend is on the biggest quest of his life as well heading to the other side of the world with a bag of green magic and some powerful big lungs to top it off. Another clown I'm quite familiar with had a cake with a few candles on it recently. Was vingt-trois the year that we stopped being  boys and grew up to our full potential... filling out and I'm not just talking about bodies here....well  basketball , a cold and a few dreams later and he’s feeling a little broken. Maturity is something only life can teach you as well as patience. They are lessons I'm coming to terms with over time. Age is but numbers that counts our existence. I wouldn't limit someone because of age, could be the biggest mistake I'd ever make. Acknowledge it but don't pay it more respect then it deserves. 

Expectations well beyond the ordinary continue to excite and leave us feeling hasty about the future. he received a message 12:36am on Sept 1st saying "wake me up when September ends" I think this month is gradually waking us up on its own.