Seeking some satisfaction from the outside world seems a vast task. So looking within I find hard work on my errors. Becoming ill from societal experiences where influences courted my sanity into misshaped vessels of confusion has gone on too long. No doctor can change the longevity of realising the predicaments of soul. I am just thrown into spirals of fear when I give in to my anxiety about possible reality. “The Three Cats” is a work I would like to possess. In the futurous planes of my art.