New Day, New Plan.

I kept having these recurring daydreams about my pursuit of art and whether or not I was doing it right. Was I doing enough? There were many days where I felt like I was failing, like I'd never amount to anything, so why even bother. I'm sure some of you can relate to that feeling. I became smothered by this overwhelming sense of defeat, like I was doing it all wrong because I just couldn't seem to find the manual for "Being an Artist in the 21st Century," ( side note, does someone want to write that? THANKS!) and the step-by-step process required to, well, succeed, or just be visible. 

I know, I could probably use my time a little more productively, but I realized that in order to personally avoid feeling like a failure, it was my responsibility to create. Just create something, anything! Thus, I fell back on writing and my desire for a slight bit of control to bridge the gap between abstract painting and more concrete thoughts. Where my paintings tend to just be spontaneous outbursts of emotion, writing is a little more, I don't want to say structured, but there is less to infer. My primary passion growing up was writing and I have journals starting in first grade to prove it. Documenting deep or shallow insights, I felt like words were these incredible tools for understanding complex ideas and so I came to realize that I need to write about my artistic process and share my journey to recovery with you, rather than hide it away behind my paintings.

​Some days I'll write more, others I'll write less, but I think this will be a nice way to convey my process and add another layer to my personal canvas.