I am an Artist. I live exactly how you would think an artist lives. We are born with some sort of affliction to make a mark in the world which creates such an angst in the soul that our work actually becomes better. The very thing we need to create is the very thing that pains us. A whirlwind tornado of symbiotic love and hate inside. I think that's the only way I can describe the feeling.
Even if we get the greatest accolades we always feel like there is more to give, more to express. We will always work harder, endlessly, tirelessly, searching for something meaningful. I feel lucky to be an artist. It's special, and knowing there is a way to heal yourself and others is a gift and a curse. What a responsibility!
"One must work and dare if one really wants to live." -Van Gogh (One of my favorites)
"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
Nobody really knows anything in this world. Especially the ones that think they know everything. I trust I will be given exactly what I need when I need it. Knowing that, one can never worry.
Thanks for stopping by to read my antics. I wouldn't say this is a typical BIO but I am not typical.