There are many temptations in this world. Whether they are money, power, status, or fame ... I periodically find myself getting lost when I attempt to achieve a sense of superiority by chasing these matters. As I grow to master the game of the world, I am becoming more and more secured, both financially and physically. Nonetheless, a sense of vanity haunts on me from time to time, driving me to do more in order to enrich a plain life. But enough is never enough, my life is always in lack of something that I cannot name.

But art miraculously fills in all the blanks in my life, healing those wounds bleeding underneath my beautiful clothes. My relationship with art is like that of a married man with his beloved mistress - the more unavailable and secretive she is, the more pleasure I obtain while enjoying her. She gives me reason to stay strong, to make a lot of money in this funny world called Wall Street, and to appreciate the true meaning of life. I fight for myself, because I want to protect her. I distant myself from her occasionally, in order to be drawn back by a stronger passion and love.