It is funny how life will lift you up on its wings allowing you to soar to new heights one day, but then leave you mid-air to fall, crash and wait to die. Some people are lucky. They endure happiness and their climb from a fall is much shorter. Actually, happy people piss me off. This occasional climb is where my art becomes a necessary companion for me.
I utilize my art as a distraction, to allow myself to feel sorrow, to heal, to live, breathe, be angry or happy, and to sometimes change my perspective. Art takes me on a journey and sometimes it helps me to find the proverbial ladder back up from the depths of a dark place in my mind and a