If you like my pretty and clever things, this is one that contains all of the others. I probably won't maintain it religiously, but it's there in case you were asking for it to be there.

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In an artist's career, here's something called an artistic rut, and then there's something that is, in short, an unintentional hiatus that occurs beyond a point of artistic epiphany. I do not believe I am enlightened, but I am definitely on the back end of a great moral and intellectual shift in my life. A large portion of that shift is taken up by my fleeting, ephemeral career as an amateur artist of the screen, a lifestyle that, for the most part, was extremely enjoyable.

However, this shift's completion is nigh, and my life is at an unimaginably polar set of crossroads. I have to make several choices very quickly that will impact the rest of my life, and frankly, it scares me. One of those choices was between a hobby and a career. If I were to go into a liberal arts education, which medium would be my focus? Which has a future and which has a tax exemption? Which could potentially be competitive?

I have thought long (but not hard) about these and other analytical questions, and I have made a decision. The work you see here, this "Large Art," is not my true gift. My talent is in the camera and in the pen, and that will be what I pursue for the next six to ten years of my life. Beyond that, I do not know. What I do know is that this side of me is dead. This man, here, has no future beyond what you see. He is not me anymore. This man is not an artist.