I am an observer. I am a ponderer. I am a maker. I am intrigued by this world that we so freely inhabit and call our own. Yet, just as intrigued as I am by our multifaceted surroundings, I am equally fascinated by the intrinsic landscape, that of our mind. The place where we are flanked from all sides with question after question concerning an infinite array of topics. My observances are internal personal explorations. Many in regards to my longing to know myself and to find my way home. My heart is craving for something. It is a thing it can't see. A mental construction. It is home.