When I consider what it was I actually developed positively during my school years, there tends to be a long pause as my mind churns through an empty space with too little passion.  Yet within all and every inflicted forty-minute class, there was one constant; pen in hand it was my handwriting that was practiced.  Within my capacity to creatively wonder, coupled with my honest passion for words; I evolved what is really more of a habitual expression, than a great art form. 

Whilst my artistic respect lingers with the graffiti on city walls; I’m no grafter.  I favor brush and ink; painting a meditation I wish I’d practice more often. My art is not surpising; yet words are known to be mightier than a sword.  It was someone else who first called it ‘Kosieligraphy’.