What does art mean to me?

Art was a simple outlet.

Art was something I did to occupy my time alone and feel creative or feel anything.

I wasn’t just making art. I was surviving with it. Pain producing something real.

I have grown with art and with growing I have learned how to trust more. Trust myself and trust the process. I used to fill every inch of canvas as a way to not let the quiet in when quiet was so loud in life. Now, I’ve learned to breathe and let my work breathe as well.

Art is whatever you want it to be.

We are all art

Life is art

- Keep moving forward -