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My nature is contradictory and mercurial, hence the moniker Myriad. My moods have their own nicknames. My balance is that of opposites. I swing consciously between extremes in a joyous swell of expression and experience. My identity is strong enough to flow and bend. I am self deprecating in my arrogance (I am god; it's all my fault) and optimistic in my nihilism (All's well that ends). I am a cynical hopeless romantic. I am a loyal friend but a disinterested enemy. I will catch Icarus but I will not stop Sisyphus. I’m egocentric in my art. I don't believe in objective good and evil but I am fascinated by the concepts. I am a lone wolf searching for a pack. Because I strive to be considerate I refrain from waxing feral in company. I am often graceless and harsh, but I am extremely careful of the hearts in my care. I have a tendency to babble between silences. I have a love affair with words and am unbearably frustrated with their inadequacies. I am fascinated by honesty but hold a deep respect for the art of beautiful lies. I see the beauty in horrible things. I am re-learning how to be cute, silly, and childlike; I have excellent teachers. I am a student of psychology and, if permitted, I am painfully curious. I never can pick favorites. I give with abandon and cherish without reservation, but I am also frequently unkind to egos as I am honest without compunction and have a sense of humor forged on the East coast.
I desire, above all else, to see and to be seen. I crave and cultivate a level of connection and an intensity of relation that some find uncomfortable; but, though I may ask, I never push past the limits set before me. I also never deny a question. You may ask me what you will. Show me your truth, your passion, the things which terrify you and those that move you, tell me the things you whisper into your pillow and I promise my fascination. Ask to see beneath my skin and I will peel open to show you wonders.

I want to be Mark Twain when I grow up
but with Hugh Hefner’s parties and paychecks
and friends like George Burns, Virginia Woolf, and Allen Ginsberg
and a partner who's the bastard three-way impossible love child of Don Juan, Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi, and Stephen Hawking.
but I'd rather no be famous if that's OK.



Should you desire the insight my craptacular sketches can be observed at erishkiegal.deviantart.com/
WARNING: they are more therapy than art.