Traveling Artist

11/22/19 The blank canvas aches. they said I could do anything… ANYTHING until one day i learned anything but art can’t support yourself with that confused questioning feeling my insides vanish standing frozen gasping for breath veins closing muscles atrophying maybe I was 9 the blank canvas ached. where would I go? how could I […]

Art and Anger

11/8/19 Anger rests inside me without my awareness. Do you resonate? Over time, becoming skilled at “stuffing” it I suffered in silence. It’s destructive nature lived in my body manifesting in other forms of expression. Art wasn’t one of them, but the feelings were there, brewing. A poison all too familiar to my soul. Why? […]