Our collective story is evolving. For so long we have been islands - writers and illustrators of a narrative that few would ever see or understand. Today we are conscious of our pointillistic participation. We understand that our voice can and does have real-time effects on the greater narrative at large. Paradoxically, our collective evolution requires individual introspection which seeks answers that dwell within our soul - Where do I fit in? How can my story fill in the words that have remained unsaid? Like grains of sand on the beach, each of us build upon the other to become something more, to add greater depth to this magnificent painting of life. How will you rewrite the narrative?
