In an age when artificial intelligence is changing how humans interact with other humans, my art reveals and revels in my presence as a living being. Visible brush strokes, crooked pen lines, and torn edges announce that a person made this art. I use art as a medium for saying what I cannot say with the written word. I wallow in the unruled confinement of abstraction and allow my pen to go wherever it wants within boundaries created by each piece. If I find my pen seeking a pattern, I disrupt the flow and go in a different direction. Unlike my writing, I do not cling to absolute meaning in my work, but rather, glory in the viewer’s interpretation. I eagerly anticipate the conversation between my art and the viewer. I love to see what they see in my work because it reveals the deepest part of my unconscious mind and theirs. If writing is my ego, then art is my id. When not drawing, I am writing. When not writing, I am teaching writing to college students.