Traditionally, I find beauty in nature to be superior to that of anything man made. However, I’m graced with a perspective that enables me to analyze small details, and put an extensive meaning into. I admire the wear and tear that time can bare upon the things we create. The decay that is our existence. It proves that it does not last forever and that we will all fade away like paint. But there’s a level of optimism that can coexist with that notion, in terms of the tools we create alone to bring our dreams into fruition. things that had no pretense to purpose, but we brand them as torches to guide us out of the darkness of the past.