I am a Bohemian (Oxford: Bohemian: a. socially unconventional; of free-and-easy habits. n. Bohemian person, esp. Artist or writer). Clothing encumbers me. No matter how light it is; it weighs me down. The bracelets on my wrists, they make too much noise. The tatoo on my back does not want cloth to touch it. We surround ourselves with objects that blur our own mark of clarity; our own ink which is written into our souls. What is this world that I see and paint; of mothers who do not love their children, and of fathers who do not love their wives. Why is this world so ragged and poor in soul, heart and mind?