The more I face my own pain, the more I see yours. I know you hurt, because you exist. Do you know you hurt? Is this where, perhaps, our shared humanity can flourish? Can we meet here, to cradle each other? To grieve AND celebrate our own births, while simultaneously laughing at the ultimate tragic comedy that is life? And as we let the awe of existence crash over us, can we leave behind the cruelty we inflict on one another in the name of the pain we refuse to face?

Abstract art & imagining ourselves into a harmonious world. I recently described myself as an imagination whore and I stand by it. I would also describe myself as a functional idealist. I wanna get waaaayyy the hell away from reality when thinking about ideas, and then bring those ideas back to the present to do a big nerdy gap analysis and see what might actually be done.

I've been rummaging through my soul, trying to figure out how to talk about my art. My "why" as they call it.