FROM THE STUDIO...

I see the sea. Cliche? Possibly. The oneiric landscape accompanies me daily. A childhood wish; a goal to achieve. Inspiration of many, muse to most, alibi to few. Promises of achievement roll in with every wave, the price of it's beauty paid with the receding tide. Nothing is for free. Paradise is but a state of mind. Creation is built within. Cliche? Likely. A new year, a new breeze. A cold front coming in from the North. Calls from cities new, requests, compliments. Ass-licking at it's best. And those promises still rolling in with every wave. Cliche? Most certainly.