The Definition of an Artist
Those of us who are and wondering this inhabited planet we call “Earth”, constantly absorbing and analyzing frames of life, and processing data in which to store for future reference mixing creation of existence with imagination to achieve a higher purpose for being, and to leave behind what all men leave behind as well.

Destiny or Defeat?
We all leave a mark in life in which echoes in eternity – I try leaving a really big gash for everyone to see.

I stand for truth, honor, and integrity among men. Being true to yourself is one of the easiest and best things you could ever do, yet people have the hardest time with it. I have always tried to reflect a good image for I believe in karma, and I only aim to further and prolong the human race, even though I feel as if we are inevitably doomed by our own hand. Greed.

Struggle and Paradox
Even though I love art and music, I have always struggled to find where my place is in the intricate weavings of artistry out there. I feel as if I have started to smash behind the breaking point in which my natural instinctive talents will be reflecting my knowledge of forms, and color. Exaggeration is also one of my likings. To take something so innocent and pure, and use it next to things that seem so hated is my favorite.

My Curse (and Yours)
I am sick in the head to be amused by such atrocities. Deformity has also made me wonder about the deep wonders of how we as a society try to strive to be beautiful, but never seem to get the grasp of true beauty as it is the easiest to see. Thousands of years, and we still can’t make what is truly of importance just that?

Angered at the world I am, for with each blessing it has given me, a curse to match. This must be the cause for my sickness. Now all there is left is to reflect my sickness on others as I am no different than any other cell on earth.

Welcome to My Mind
Freedom to create what has already been created and has never been identified.

Spiro Kambitsis