It's been about a decade since I've done anything artistic. So, it's a bit like stepping into an old abandoned house to see these works from years gone by. It's definitely different to look at what I did and what I said about it at the time. Looking back, I feel that, in the moment, perhaps I really didn't understand the truth behind the work or perhaps I understood, but was afraid to be honest about it (with myself and all of you). I certainly made mistakes. But I think those mistakes are part of the process. One of the most glaring mistakes can be seen in the journals where I talk ABOUT art; more specifically, how I speak of art-making as if "all artists are doing it for the same reasons", an a naive attempt to create a kind of Universal Theory of Art. That was just plain stupid. And again, perhaps this was simply to mask my true intentions. Here's the real reason, and again, it's only MY reason, not THE reason: I made Art because I wanted to be seen. I felt unseen. I felt myself