I believe that the gift of art doesn't belong to me. I am merely a stewart of this ability to use it for the betterment of this world and life. A voice of sorts and thats why I draw. my heart has something to say and it's better said with pencils and paper. I returned to art after a 25 year layoff after discovering that I had purpose and i no longer had vision in my right eye and might lose my chance to sing my song in a matter of speaking. It was then that i felt the need to pursue my gift or what was left of it. Fond of details the accident made me aware that i really love and would miss drawing and i could lose that for good. I realize my