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I try to surround myself with objects I love... Tiny wooden boxes, books, unfilled spiral notebooks, ballpoint pens, art supplies and most of all ART. Art is the most important of all.

Fruit. I love fruit. To eat, to paint wonderful still-lifes of. (Never end a sentence like that. With the word of.)

and .. People..certain people. I have a sense about people. I love those who value change, learning, philosophical

arguing.( I love to argue.)those who love art and creating art.

I might sound ignorant (ain’t is one of my favorite words.) yet, I got 6 years of college behind me. WAY behind me . Seems like years ago, eons ago, centurys ago.. I haven’t really noticed the passage of time. Time is funny like that. There is only the now. At least in my world. Sara world.

Art school a long time ago. it was yet, its ghost haunts me till this day. Screaming out my name in the darkest of night. Paint . Crazy BEA paint. Before time runs out.

I am all too aware of times incessant ticking. Its pendulum moving too fast inside the worlds most giant grandfather clock standing tall and solitary in an empty hall echoing each hour with loud clangs threatening to break the glass and in my fear I cower in a dusty corner my only protection my ego..

I don’t want to be one of those people who regret the passing of time as though I will feel sad on my death bed that I have somehow wasted my life, not did or accomplished all that I set out to do. Yet it already feels as tho that is happening. So, I sometimes give up trying to create the perfect masterpiece. Thinking why bother. My time is almost up. So why am I still trying so hard to accomplish what? It is as if the entire universe is against me and all that I am.