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|Favorite book:||Proof of Heaven by: Eben Alexander|
|Member Since:||Apr 23, 2014|
This is my art, I couldn’t tell you when it all began, or why, I just found myself fluently sketching worlds into words with ease.
Although I was not raised around an artistic family of any sorts, the atmosphere surely did not lack expression or encouragement. My work has become one of my only means of meditation, using my energy as an instrument to create, well, art.
I can assure you, for myself, writing has never come easy. There are ominous days where I truly do believe I have not one bit of creativity left within me to spare. My blocks, which are created by not a lack of vision but a lack of space within my mind caused me to continuously have to jot down short passages on shards of paper or the palms of my hands to rid and remind myself. It all comes down to the proper atmosphere and inspiration. I have placed myself in situations where I began to neglect my work, and while slowly easing away from writing I had no knowledge that in the midst of it all I was slowly losing myself. It took time, days, even months before I truly found the proper creative surroundings to help sprout that longing for my art from deep within me. And now, with all that I’ve found and experienced, writing has become my day-to-day.
My writing is primarily influenced by miscellaneous happenings in everyday life, a word said, an expression seen, a song sung. And just as most artists do, I have used my work as an aid in resolving, confronting, and letting go of thoughts and the constant battles within my own mind. Whether it be painting, dance, music, tin-can sculptures, what we create comes from somewhere within us, a place that needs no explanation, and with that we display for you – the viewer, the world – a piece of ourselves, our souls.
This is my art, my soul’s greatest desire, my passion, my writing. Enjoy.