Timothy G Green

As a child my eyes heard it first Timothy G Green

It was pain, agony, ignorance and neglect in a sense, the scenes heard by his eyes from an apartment window - even the project park bench, mentally forming scars with a vulgar and darkened stench... The irony of happiness of prayers embracinga joyful and exciting time of heart beats innocently racingcrafting the artistic mantra of "dream chasing..."to awaken each morning to see what the new day would bring, was beyond exciting yet eventually young eyes would sing...