Today was sort of a sad wake up call for me. I was reminded of the darker side of humanity. Two of my very good friends, one male and the other female were both abused in their childhood, the stories are heart wrenching and the thought of a small defenseless child having to deal with physical and or sexual abuse really bothers me. It made me think about my work and how kinda frivolous it is, perhaps its because I had a relatively (as far as negative events) uneventful upbringing. Most of the pain and suffering I went through was when my mother passed away, I have made commemorative pieces for her, and will do a new one soon, but how much does personal experience influence your art?