Art has been there for me during the lowest and highest peaks of my life thus far and I cannot imagine my life without it. How on earth would I communicate if there wasn’t some form of art in my life?! I shutter to think about it, of everything and everyone I wouldn’t be connected to if not for art in my life. So instead of giving it any more thought, I pick up my brush and take heed to what I know... I knew art as a vessel that allowed me to transfer myself to another place, lose myself in my imagination, and return back to this world with proof of where I had been... I’ve made painting my language and, amazingly, it’s a language other people seem to understand as well...
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