SNAKES GO INTO HIDING WHEN THEY ARE ABOUT TO SHED THEIR SKIN. THE VULNERABILITY AND TENDERNESS OF A SNAKE IN TRANSITION IS  THE ESSENCE OF MY CREATIVE PROCESS. MY FEAR OF MAKING STILLS ME  LIKE THE SOUND OF RATTLESNAKES AT TWILIGHT.  THE SETTLING DARKNESS OF DUSK, WHEN ALL THINGS LOSE THEIR COLOR, IS LIKE THE BLINDNESS OF A SNAKE AS THE SKIN LOOSENS OVER THE EYES. MY DESIRE TO CONNECT BEYOND MYSELF OVERPOWERS MY PARALYSIS, AND IT'S IN TENDERNESS THAT I MAKE MY VOICE OUT OF THE SOFTNESS THAT ONLY DUSK KNOWS.