Between art speaking for itself and my words....

color as heart splatters,

textures simulate unspoken dreams,

    layers hint at dubious discomfort,  

        paint fades and drips to the rhythm of designed impulses...

            the merging of infinite truth with microcosm of clay confusion...

                 faces and bodies and mystery of  soul meet on a canvas        

                    rectangle...                

                        concepts as ancient as time infused with mood swings    

                            as recent as the last tick of the clock....

That pretty well describes what I think I am doing on this planet at this time, but if  you ask me tomorrow...