The creative spirit has no limits. It is free to breath on its own., to soar to its boundless heights and reach its own heavens. It is not held back by the meritocracy of man nor of his hypocritical attitudes. It makes its’ own destiny. It is what it is, a unique entity.

Its vision is fathomless as the galaxies in space. Colors are clearer, purer not tainted from or with negative influences. Here the soul is conjoined with the spirit creating a new and different union. Here the inner eye is the outer and the outer is the inner, perceiving all. It is beyond purity it is new life itself. The artist is as the artist was and the artist will be forever.