I am an artist , that speaks with few words, and speaks loudly with my art. I am self taught, and learn through the inspiration of the universe around me and inside me.
The pain, sadness, frustration , fear, emptiness, confusion, love, joy, bliss & simplicity’s of life. The patterns, colors and shapes that puzzle together our world. Every one of my pieces is filled with reason. That reason is to feel.
In this life time of mine I’ve felt difficulty speaking and making sense of my feelings through words. With art I don’t have to talk, I don’t need words for it to be understood. I just feel. I don’t force a piece to make sense, I allow it to be and feel it as is.
I don’t enjoy or allow others to tell me what to do, it’s one of my favorite qualities of myself. And with art, no one can decide for me, that it’s wrong, lacking or simply bad or good art. No one can decide that for me.
Because my intention is not to create for others. I paint, I make art because when I do it, wether I’m sad, pissed off, or happy and in love, it fills me up, and empties me at the same time. Like air. I am an artist, because it’s who I am. It’s who I choose to be.