Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them.
You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You’re running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.
Why I share my work. Beautifully stated.
There are moments, when you’re getting to know someone, when you realize something deep and buried in you is deep and buried in them, too. It feels like meeting a stranger you’ve known your whole life.
Connection. This is the kind of thing that I hope my art creates within people. Maybe if I put a little bit of my souls out there. Someone else might have a little bit of that in them too. And maybe the world wouldn’t feel so big and alone.
Drawing today on canvas. Starting on new. Redrawing over old paint. Fixing things up. Lots to come. xoxox