During college I ended up in the hospital praying for my life. I wish I had been anywhere else. I asked what it would take for me to be the voice of my generation. Something showed me the future, a place I call the White Room. I was playing music there and teaching audio-visual. I was given sign-posts in a vision, the visions came true. What showed me the way? Why? I tried to honor the message by being honest and practicing egalitarianism. The journey took 25 years. Being an artist is about actualizing on your talent - it's about feeling and sharing. Something created me, it created my potential. Somehow we're all connected. It was my work and faith that delivered me to the end of my journey. The worst pain I know is to be misunderstood - yet, how can I explain something I don't understand? The answer is my art and what I studied to make it. I hope my beauty can inspire others to survive. Good people need to protect each other. This is for my family and the ones I loved, the ones who believed in me and the ones who saved my life. What we do matters. Go to the light. ___________________________________________________________________________________