11 x 14

Acrylic on canvas

I’m not what others write of me, I’m not what images depict of me. Unless you are to sit and get to know me through unbiased eyes and ears, my identity can be obscured and never truly known. I don’t see myself. I’m not sure I care how I’m seen. Simply put, there is not enough paper to express/tell the stories of me. If someone really wanted to know me, pull up a chair, we’ll have some coffee and chat. You have a wonderful day. Sincerely, Me.