© J.V.M.D. (zā): It takes me a while, but I usually respond "(Chuckle) - It's pretty simple, really. I just  paint until I think I’m done. Then, I go home.” Xé Although a proficient and prolific sketcher at an early age,  circumstance dictated a trajectory in the sciences and not the  arts. And so the trek unto a ten year career in IT ensued,  seldom if ever sketching anything other than crudely drawn  figures for comedic effect: the occasional caricature of a friend or teacher, the anthropophormism of phalli replete with  accoutrements; you know, the usual. Having reached the pinnacle of his profession, Xé's mind  capitulated to the pressures borne of expectations and  repression.  He was in a quandary, foundering in a morass of  borrowed dreams and fervent desires; the boy was a wreck. It was then that, once again, the circumspect succumbed to the impetuous. Enveloped in music, literature, and counterfactual  conditional tenses, the muses tore away at the dwindling  carcass of his ever fragmenting mind.  With nothing left to cling to, devoid of both vocation and  volition and his brain functionally diminished to such depths  that he was barely able to conjure up grunts, Xé immersed  himself in the canvas wanting of it a pristine baptismal pool in  which to wash away all sins; or at the very least, and this is the  case, stain it with them.  Design & Execution: MigTek