Staying true to yourself is never easy, it’s a constant and equal struggle between oppositional forces from as well the outside as from within. Voices telling you that it can’t be done, that you’re living in a fantasy. Telling you that you should do something else, something “real”, instead. Voices of fear. But in art, I’ve found the most powerful weapon there is against that chatter; a weapon of love and beauty. Art is my earmuffs and crystal clear glasses, making me hear what needs to be heard and see what needs to be seen. It’s sorting out all of the noise and flickering leaving me focused and alert, yet at peace. The field of possibilities, a splash of paint away.