As I step into the studio this morning, the sunlight hits my table and stirs something within me. The rays of light dappling my workspace are a joyful reminder to start fresh. There is a rhythm here now, one more tranquil than all those years ago. I am happy in this place, both in life and in art.
I have always loved the idea of being a maker. Pulling something from within my core and watching it unfold onto paper or canvas seems like a force much bigger than what I am. I never tire of the surprise that I feel when the color and texture of a piece start to come to life, a tiny bit of myself embedded into the art. Now it seems simpler, easier even, to put myself out there without fear of judgment. But the art I share with the world today didn’t always come with such a peaceful tag attached to it.
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