For an artist, there is no separation of personal life and your art there is no way for there to be. We feel so deeply that it spills over into everything we do especially our art, art is love, art is heartache, art is time. Art is hate. Art is revelation, art is hardship. Art is fast. Art is slow. Art is confusing. Art is life. I’m still having a hard time calling myself An artist in the sense that I create a product for people with means to purchase, but I’ll never have a problem calling myself an artist with respect to how I see life and how I live life.

I’m terrified that in trying to sort out all that is wrong I’ve lost all that is right. Some days I just want to scream until my voice is gone. I didn’t know the human body could hold so many tears. I’m trying really hard to not punish myself, not to think it’s all my fault.