Ink is my worldly medium. It allows me to trace the patterns of existence. Through its shades of grey, I can bring a meager idea into passionate life. Not long ago, expression was my nightmare. Now, it is my fantasy. I am especially fond of the subtle, involuntary forces of the living countenance. Every face is a window to the endless depths of the mind. Expression holds truth, and truth is power. Nearly eight billion humans exists right now, and I intend to express them to the world.