To create is to destroy, to bring about the death of that which you give life. From the moment of their utterance words begin to fade, waiting to be forgotten, misused, misplaced, and in time are only as the passing of the wind. This is the artist’s curse – to destroy that which we love in the act of its creation, to condemn it to death through an act of love. And thus, in the doing, we bleed, we die, for what we give the world. And I die in what I have made.