In the journey of finding peace and beauty as an artist comes a moment of silence where I confront all versions of myself
And though its beauty can be layered with
chaos. Too many times, I’ve found the answer to the most difficult questions while no one was speaking, whether its a conversation with me or falling into a writer's ink,
Laying beneath green or
Floating with the waters...
All I know is I can hear myself
The quieter, the louder
I see what matters, heal what festers, nurture the goodness that sprouts,
before heading out to blend with the chatter.
In a world full of opinions and unnecessary pressure...a moment in my solitude is where I weave my visions, and feed my d...