Today, I made a frame in my mind,- and placed inside it, all the important things.- Statuesque: I want to tell you, your barely there- if you ask me with out saying a word, I might just tell you everything.- I want you to know,- Im not that dangerous whore you speak of.- Yes, I am still rutted, I've been here for a little over 2 years,- I havent painted since then, - or taken a picture, - or anything else - that I could use as a back up to the I-call-myself-an-artist claim. - Except maybe jot a few words about it.- I told you once,- Im still stuck in the foot notes stage,- That was about 2 years ago.- But I feel it coming, I've just got to find the time,- and lose the debt,- and quite my job and sell everything.- thats it, I just need more floor space,- a bigger canvas- more room to move,- less comittments, -and leave the love where it is.- I like that-------