In the Beginning...
There was an artist. After many years, paintbrushes and crusty paint pallets, filled sketchbooks taking over half the basement, and tears, a decision was made. I have made the leap to not sheltering my creativity but instead standing naked (metaphorically) and letting it all hang out. Terrifying, I know. This comes with many joys, but also with your boyfriend asking you "why does he have cloudy with a chance of meatballs shoes on?". Man, I don't know, the person commissioned me asking me for those shoes (they did in fact not ask me for that). Regardless, I am taking a step into a light that feels right for me. I wanted to hold myself back because I was so afraid of failure, and feeling like I was in control felt more important than actually taking the steps to be in control. I want to take this as an opportunity to see myself succeed. I want to share with those who mean the most to me and also those who may be across the world. In this blog I shall take you with me as I ...