I am Vaapour: intangible, mysterious, transient, fragile, inconsequential (or not?), here one moment and gone the next. Who can capture it? Who can describe it's existence? From where does it come and to where will it go? "Vanity, Vanity, all is vanity! I have seen all of the things done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind. For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief."

Consider this a virtual gallery, for herein lies my creations, my art. Art is to be experienced, appreciated for what it is, not always analyzed. It may hold deep meaning, it may simply be beautiful. When there is something to be communicated, it is often not attempting to accurately describe a fact, but rather to capture a feeling, an emotion. Let it be, for it is what it is.