I've been a fighter since the moment my memory began. As an artist, I channeled the energies into my work. Yet, to what degrees must we prolong the chaos and let the world know that we are hurting? I believe, that we do eventually find whatever it is that we set out to look for. Towards personal peace, I have surrendered my fight, in exchange for flow. Between Brooklyn and Manhattan, I take the ferry instead of crowding on subway cars with millions of others battling and creating their own chaos. I remember the why of my existence and being. I focus on my calling.