I make things. I'm self-conscious and self-critical
I'm old enough to shave gray hairs and mask my odors
I'm stumbling, but I'm looking and listening
My method — education and execution
In soul versus skin I am fixing the skin
In vanity I neglect the soul
I've lost my passion for travel
There is no real adventure in night clubs, tourist traps,
rich men's facades, or kitchy overly synthetic experiences
It's difficult to find a seat at the table with a strange family
or a day to follow a worker, to experience a taste of his life
Travel has lost it's soul
But a cut on the lip or a bruise on the arm
is nothing to a cut on the heart or a bruise on the liver
Love, joy, peace all reside in my soul
right there next to the cheesiness, fallicies, and funk
Yet the skin knows intimacy
and the soul knows community
I must steel myself and reject this notion
Not skin versus soul. It's from soul to skin and back again
My core values: