Everybody has one.
I was going through old journals this morning. Hand written. Obviously, back from the days when I use to draw. A long time ago.
Life has changed. People have changed.
Bocas del Toro is no longer the hidden spot that it once was.
I have been re-born 4908 times, since the day I did the skeletal drawing.
Each day a new beginning.
Each day a new creation.
Fish Eye Farm 