A lot of people believe I am an angry and bitter individual. They can find me cold at times, and yes to some form I am bitter. It's when they get surprised seeing my praise that their words begin to intrigue me.

" Why Shane, I didn't know you cared! "

The truth is that I care. Far too much and far too little at the same time. When I lay my work out on the line I'm laying out a little bit of myself with it. It's passion, it's frustration, it's desperation, loneliness, inspiration. It's me. It's always been me.

Some people read the words and they feel attacked. They believe the purpose of my rants is to call out someone, anyone, even them...and just scream. I never wanted to take away anything from anyone. That includes their time without a purpose. So what am I getting at then? I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that whether I say it nicely or not, I want some of you, any of you to think about yourselves. I want you to think about your lives, your art, your hopes and joys. I want you to imagine the furthest you could reach for the stars and then imagine pushing passed that.

I want you to think how silly or strange or fascinating our world is and how we portray it. More than that, I just want you to feel like somehow, somewhere, there is something more than what you believe you are seeing, and that burning concept is your very imagination waiting just for you.

So the next time you see me on the horizon " Oh Here comes Shane's rant! " I'm not here to bully you. I'm not here to attack you. I'm not here to make you feel bad about yourself, get up in your face, spit on your good mood or tear at your stride. I'm still the same face. I've always been the same face no matter the form or consistency. I'm here to make you feel something, anything.