In my mind's eye my first memory occurred while still in the womb, I distinctly remember the feeling of my mother swaying to the sound of music. She was holding her stomach, holding me, and slowly dancing, beneath a blue, blue moon. At least that is how I believe it must have been.

I was born in Oregon on a bright blue morning in late March, so eager to arrive in this world, and fortunate to arrive just in time for my first visual experiences to be of a vibrant spring.

They tell me that I am color-blind, I tell you that I am not. I see color all around me.
I know full well the color of the evening sun shing through the aspen upon freshly fallen snow, that my eyes are green, my skies always blue, and, that I'll always treasure a puppy with one black eye.

When I was growing up there was Daniel Boone, Superman, Green Lantern, and G.I. Joe, but my heroes were Michaelangelo, Van Gogh, Cezanne,