every now and then, things come back full circle. not ever the way you envisioned it but that’s the beauty of being an artist. sometimes you can envision things so perfectly and other times the beauty is how the art of life surprises you and takes you on a journey that leaves you breathless.
i am an artist. the type of artist that without a camera, paintbrush or a pixel i would rather wither. people say, ‘you’re so dramatic’ and i say, ‘i am an artists. all day, every day. in this moment and the moment before that, even before i knew it. my art teacher said to me, ‘you’re an artist’ and i laughed because all i could see are numbers. now the numbers see the art in me.
so all day, im just with with this arts. it felt temporary before, all day but not today.