I like to shoot them because they don’t run away and I like to think that I am going to take their pretty corpses back and paint them but I never do…paint them that is, because in my mind’s eye I am brilliant with a brush… but I am not. I believe that I am greater than I am so why is the reality not aligning with what is in my head. Sometime I amaze myself but sometimes I am so disappointed in myself. I am up and then I am down and everytime I am up I know that the bubble is going to burst. Strangely when it happens I don’t learn a lesson and I continue to shoot flowers thinking that I am going to paint them…I live in a maze that has no entry and no exit.