Yes, I will admit it: I am Weird.
I believe I have embraced this as my identity in a very subconscious way. I have no fear when it comes to expressing myself and I don’t think I ever did.
Anxiety is also a big part of who I am. It sometimes forces me to freeze and feel very weak-minded. It takes over me. I sweat profusely, I get heart palpitations, I just want to run and cower. It even can prompt me to sleep a whole lot.
Art is something that can help calm me right down, it is my soul doing the talking. It is an everlasting moment of freedom. I can look at my Art and think “I made that?”. It can be incredibly hard to believe.
I have hopes and dreams with it. Literal “close-my-eyes-and-fall-asleep” dreams. I see myself in the heart of a big city with my art in a gallery. I know it can be considered low brow and heck, I know there’s people who don’t like it and who could truly care less about me. I still have this dream.
“It’s too small. It should be bigger!”
“I can’t be your friend because I can’t stand your Art.”
“Your art is ugly.”
Tell me this. Tell me this over and over and over and over again. Please.
Why? Get your negative thoughts out, it’s good for you.
But for me?
I’ll keep creating.