Francis Thomas Sanchez

There is a voice somewhere in here. A voice that wants to belong to something, anything. A voice that reaches intimately from the inside. Searching for a reason, a purpose, a point of contact. And it reaches with all possibility, continuity, and vulnerability. The end result is that we dare to close our eyes and go there with that voice unto a place we've never been. Then whatever unfolds will no longer be unknown.

i'm a work in progress.

I liken myself to an empty living room, owned by new tenants, still undefined, baring no resemblance of character, yet. A simple structure minus any creative decor or configuration. And I wait for inhabitants, for life, for a couch that does not fit quite right, for any form of uniqueness to push me closer to what I am supposed to be.