I know its cliche' to say, "I'm inspired by nature," but I am. More than its eternal presence, a thing much greater than I - creating both destruction and beauty. In death and destruction, brings new life. The eternal rebirth of ourselves. The natural instinct to survive knowing that death is imminent, but always looking forward in passing what we can to the next generation. Natural instinct thriving among all even in the most urban environments. I am inspired by the decay and carry on. The beauty in death, the nourishment for life. I know death brings sadness, blackness. But as a people we stick together, help out, and protect the ones who have lost. Isn't that beautiful? Our mechanism for carrying on. I am inspired by animals and their instincts all developed over a period of time to help them to survive in their environment. I am an animal, I am not afraid to die. My love for nature grows much deeper in science, cells, and anatomy. The human form is regularly my topic for question. It amazes me that we are built as machines, and yet we feel. The human touch, the curvature of a hip, or a bust and yet we are machine. I have an appreciation for beauty, and Mother Nature is beautiful. But yet I am so simple, boring. I live a dull and mundane life in a routine and I am happy with that. I look out at the world as a viewer, not participating but constantly living a life on the outside. I am in my own world, but I appreciate and see everything. Not that I don't let people in, it's that I am very select. My they are the people I hold dearest to me, I trust them indefinitely. I am in love. My life isn't full of darkness, but I do love its eternal baring. I create work in black and white for my 2d practice, as I like to see things simply. Colour always loses focus, but I am not clean cut. Mistakes happen. I am happy with that but is that because I am lazy? My 2d practice is inspired the natural; but not so natural. The abnormalities that o