It was not long ago that I realized the deeper significance that art and writing has had on my life. I haven’t always had an easy time communicating and connecting with other people. I would be lying if I said that this hasn’t caused me some stress. It should be no surprise then that I gravitated to art as a way to express myself.

Through art I am able to capture some of my deepest emotions, love, joy, sadness, anger, awe in the sight of beauty. Something about art feels safer. As if it is my own secret language. Anyone who reacts to it must have some understanding of it. Through art we are on an equal ground. Their interpretation leaves them equally as vulnerable to me as I am to them. This isn’t to say that art is a perfect language, but it is the language that resonates with me.

Art also is a marker of where I am in my journey. Both in skill and in spirit. Through my art I can look back at myself, and what I was experiencing at the time. This isn’t always a pleasant experience, but I recognize that my past is what made me who I am today.

So who am I? What do I believe, and what inspires me?

Well, I am still learning that. Right now I think I am but a speck in the universe, small yet equally as important as every other speck. It is this world and the people in it that inspire me. My love for people and an innate desire to build make me create. While I may be a speck in an ever-expanding world, I still have influence. It is this which I think inspires me. Not only my place in the world, but the beauty that it holds. I don’t know what my purpose truly is, or if I have one, but my goal is to spread joy during the pursuit of my own contentment. And above all else to have a good time while I am here.