Being an artist can be such a beautiful thing. I suppose I feel lucky to call myself an artist.
But with the title I feel comes a price, maybe not for everyone but for some of us. As humans we are already emotional creatures, but being artist, it's like my emotions are heightened and I feel everything ever to deeply.
I get lost in my emotions, the good, the bad, and the ugly. But especially in the bad and ugly, it's like theres an anchor on my ankles dragging me to the depths of the ocean.
If I'm lucky and can focus all that energy into imagery than all of a sudden the anchor disappears and I can swim to top where theres a bright light. Gasping for air, and while I'm weak there's this huge sense of relief that I survived.
In my past I'd let my demons drown me and enjoyed it. It was a very dangerous time. And I'm lucky to be alive.
But with all the darkness thats surrounded me always comes out some pretty amazing imagery. I've started editing some old photos I've had archived and I'm excited to show everyone.
Take care of your mental health folks and always reach out. If it's not to another human, try a paint brush or in my case maybe even a camera.
So I think I’m gonna host a Friendsgiving party this year🦃😌🙏🏼 I have some of the best friends and we don’t all ever get to be in the same place so I’m making it happen! As for my followers, I’m gonna be doing a giveaway very soon as a small thank you for all the support you guys give me all year round! much love.