OK, so the world must really be flat and I fell over the edge.
It’s been almost 3 years since I’ve written anything here. I’ve been a stranger on most of my social media apps as well. A lot has happened and I was witness to it all but decided not to address any of it in writing because I’ve been in a place…a space. Floating after my free fall from the edge of earth, again because it must be flat…at least it must have been three years ago.
But during this past year, I’ve done a lot of thinking, searching and a lot of nothing as well. I tried keeping busy in some way or another. I added a new platform to my Instagram account to focus on just my artwork and found a community of like minded souls that helped to fuel my ambitious, artistic appetite. They helped me to realize the importance of knowing that art is as different as people.
It is what you make it to be. It gives each of us an opportunity to “See Things For What They Can Be”.
I really want and need to get back to what I love. I know it won’t be easy. I’ll have to push me. Get mad at me. Motivate me.
At this moment, right now, I’m angry with myself and that’s a start.
Now if I can just hang on the edge long enough to muster the strength to throw my leg up, I can get the rest of me back on solid ground.