First steps. Blind leaps. Flick the switch. Turn the knob and open the door. Step off the ledge and into the black chasm. We all have to make those unknown forays in life. It can be driven by all manner of impetus; fear, desperation, anger, love, happiness, duty, heroic grand sentiment... or dire despair.

The description above recounts my emotions as I forayed out into the world of art for the first time. Exposing myself to the world and driven by utter despair as a middle aged man trying to change his vocation, means of sustenance; the resume of one's life.