I am an artist.
I’ve never really lived without art; ever since I can remember, it’s always been a part of my life and a part of who I am. I’ve never considered not going into art because in all honesty I would be miserable without it; that’s how much it’s engrained into my existence. Most people don’t realize how much art is in their daily lives- it took an artist to design the buildings they’re in all day, an artist to create the posters and text that’s plastered all over the walls and design the gum package in their backpacks. Art is an essential part of all human beings. It existed before math or science, reading or writing. It truly goes back to our primal roots, and I think that’s why I feel such a connection to it. When I make art, it’s like tracing myself back to who I really am, and with each piece I make I always realize something new about myself that was there all along. Art was just the vessel I used to figure it out. It’s my release on a bad day, where I can lash out with anger and pain and sadness and create something beautiful out of something terrible. It’s my channel on a good day, where I can put my happiness and exuberance and sense of freedom into something else beautiful. The smell of oil paint and the feeling of a paintbrush in my hand is probably one of the best things in the world for me because I know it’s a place where nobody else can follow and it’s my own world. For some people it’s sports, for others it’s acting or writing, but for me art is where I can find my center and ground myself; I can run away without ever leaving home. Art is who I am and why I exist, and I hope everyone can find something that means the same thing to them in life.