I have spent the last few months typing away on my bio. I have rewrote and reworked. I have reshaded and redrew. Now I go back to put it all together and make scence of it all. Chained was how I felt with a 15 year career. I started out liking what I did, but somewhere along the line it took everything from me and I became bitter. I had to continue to do the job because it paid the bills. The background is the machine, the engine that never stopped turning. The angel is trapped within it. This is everything I lost. The male figure, crouches, bowing before the machine that controls him. The zoom version is of just the angel and figure. This machine is gone, but I am a glutton for punishment, I found another. As for life, I search for my happiness and have found alittle piece. That is a picture in its self, you'll have to wait.