dont talk to me......it makes me nervous when people acknowlege my existence.... pretend I dont exist, and we will get along fine.... pretend I am the whisper in the wind, that just for a second, you think is someone calling your name. But when you turn to look it is nothing, but the wind, the wind blowing through the trees. That is how I would like to be treated, like a tree breeze. Do not make note of my physical being, just enjoy the whispering of the air, through your paintings.