S P O K E N  F O R . . .
		© 1986 This cartoon is the most personal and intense work that I have ever done. Created as a "farewell letter" to a partner in a broken romantic partnership, I teetered on the brink of suicide through most of its creation. (even signed myself as "Incubus" on the piece) Life and the emotional trauma that I was going through was to intense for me to handle and it seemed nobody on this Earth understood what was going on inside of me. When I finished it at last, I felt strangely relieved as if release had come through putting pen to paper. I remember that time with both fear and wonder. "Ironic?...Perhaps, but that wall that hurts you, wounds me too. The anger and hurt your show reveals only misunderstanding. The mask I wear hides fear behind its remoteness, but its the rear you see, isn't it? And its the fear you hate! See a universe that's yours - yours to create and destroy at will. See the people, the creatures of that universe. You know what they feel, for you are one flesh! Utopia... Do you see? I belong to that universe, possessed and seduced by the reality, but bound eternally in limbo, denizen of neither this world nor my own... An End...