I am just now becoming okay with living with art. I’m a late bloomer I guess. For a long while, art to me had to be a serious vocation, something that I could actually hang up on a wall, feature in a gallery, get someone to pay me a boat load of money to create.
I was so very wrong.
Art is what I do everyday that makes me, me.
This is new for me. I think discovery on this level is new for anyone. To find confidence and courage to be who you are—each and every day—well, it’s settling in to a new rhythm. It feels a little crazy, a little unfettered, reckless, unsure, out of control.
I think that’s the point.