Sources of Inspiration: Impressions of Time
As time slips away, leaving me increasingly unable to recall certain events, I become more fascinated by it. What was happening during a particular year? What was I doing, or not doing? Whom or what were the major influences in my life? Whom or what was I obsessed with? Certain events remain painfully, exquisitely dear. The summer of 1989; where I discovered Anne Rice, Caravaggio, Sheridan Le Fanu, and many other things in a group of like-minded young people interested in many a fascinating topic. This was the same year I visited Tokyo, Singapore, and Bangkok. 2005, the year immediately … Read more

