“A window into the scope of my artistic landscape. The pacing footsteps of battered green Converse lead way to an overflowing barrel of ideas. It only takes a few seconds to burst. The sounds of an awaited embrace between brush and canvas intensify. The paint cannot drip outside its digital parameters. A passerby peeks into the unfolding of artistry like a high-security exhibit, untouched. Ceaseless rays of fluorescent lighting ensue from the shell of a stiff desk lamp as the sun loops around the building and makes its return to a distant land. A pair of eyes steadily locked into the curation of a colorful array of familiar faces begin to sizzle until the light becomes too heavy to bear. The process breaches beyond the corridors of the workspace. The production is everywhere, anywhere, all the time. A never-ending stream of consciousness that bleeds passion onto its medium. The light outside is dim now, but the fire inside burns still. This is Living on Earf. A place of creation. Can’t you feel its warmth and vigor? It’s here to stay.”