​Art is more than a drawing on a piece of paper, more than a painting or a film, or a sculpture you pass by during your walk in the city.

 

Art is about evoking emotion. It’s about all of the messy and gooey feelings, and the hard, locked up ones too.

 

It’s about all of your emotional acrylics. The red ones, white ones, orange ones, sad ones, happy ones, mean ones, and all the paints in between.

 

Art is like a door to your soul. Open it, and you may find yourself inside something you didn’t know existed.

 

When I create art, I feel completed. It’s as if I’m creating something from a part deep inside of me that would have never otherwise seen the light.

 

My art is a reflection of my mind. If you cut a hole and look inside, you may see all the confusing and strange thoughts that don’t make sense until they’re written into poems, reenacted into short forms, or edited into abstract photography.

 

Art is a gift that goes beyond the camera. It extends into your veins, pulsing and offering you energy when you feel down. It’s a friend when you need a shoulder to cry on, a pair of ears when you need someone to listen, and a moon when you need something to look up to.

 

As the artist, I hold gratitude for this gift. Gratitude for how it shapes me, as if it were the potter and I was the sculpture. Gratitude for the blank page that allows me to turn it into a poem. Gratitude for the opportunity to create something new out of something old. Gratitude to evoke emotion. Gratitude to feel.

 

As the artist, my creations are simply an extension of my disorganized mind. They flow from my fingers and my mouth, forming their own lives and allowing themselves to be subject to your opinions.

 

Whatever, whoever, and however you view them, my hope is that you allow them to flow. A gift. From me to you.