what would I imagine as my perfect place of existence? A day that begins with light hitting my face, drowsy and pleasant, through gentle curtains, place my feet on the wood floor, or a persian rug, kiss the gentle cheek of a book reader, hair askew, lashes heavy, smile breaking through sleep.... closed eyes, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, gentle dawnlight, cool damp morning air. making tea, jars full of vanilla oolong, moroccan mint, jasmine, hibiscus, coconut... stirring in a spoonful of honey- so deep, amber, full of a history of flowers and flying... a slow, thoughtful sip, time expanding, setting down the spoon. a studio warehouse, crumbling floor, dark save for the windows, creating environments, passion. a space for stirring up the intensities in people. emotional landscapes, dark crevices, looming skies, brief moments of light, glowing moments. the one spot of sunlight that breaks through thunderous clouds, illuminating an orange petal. creating animations of my dreams. the dream recorder I always wished that I had, but now there is a dream channel, and after years of practice, the surreality and the reality are getting closer. I promise myself that I will not stop trying. I promise myself that I will not forget what it is to discover and explore I promise I will not settle for apathy, that I will not fill my life up with empty extraneous actions, that I will work hard, and moreover- in the right directions, and not forget what it is to be in love with colors, and the translucency of images, the every day illusions that are so beautiful.