When a new year hits often it seems that I digest the past years events; what has happened, where I've been, who people I've met. All of these things digest in my mind for a few months as I try and remember what year to write at the top of the check. Then I sit and look at some of the new art that comes through this sight, watching a number of the better artists froma round the world. I can't help but wonder if I've run into you on the street. Wonder what life is for you compared to what life is for me. Would it even matter to know?

No I sit reaching out to the futurs never knowing what it might be. Another year to tick off with friends and loved ones. We shall see.

Sithu