When I was very young and at school I would spend endless hours drawing dinosaurs when I should have been listening to my teacher's lesson. I would travel to distant places, distant times and draw marvelous sights that my mind would conjure up. And of course I would get myself in trouble with my teachers for not paying attention to the lesson that they were teaching. Sometimes I would be verbally reprimanded and sometimes physically. I just didn't care what happened. I would secretly continue to draw, no matter what the consequences would be. So now I realize that even at that earliest years of my life I was an artist, an artist who was suffering consequences for his portrayal of what his soul told him to draw. Now years have since passed and I still continue to draw and to paint what my soul tells me to do. Some of my work may still get me in trouble with my "so called teachers". And even now I don't care if I get in trouble for drawing and painting because that's what I am called to do and to be. You see being an artist is much more than just painting pretty little pictures that match the color of someone's sofa. So for me, I'll just keep on drawing, painting and getting in trouble, just me and my dinosaurs or whatever else my artist soul tells me to draw and paint because that's what artists like me do. Artist do Art!! So I guess I should thank all those "so-called teachers" for making life and my pursuit of my art difficult because they unwittingly helped make me who I am today. Oh, and of course, before I forget I need to thank those old dinosaurs too. visionary imagist "Joey"