When I was 20 I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away. I had to find somewhere to start over where no one knew me. The opportunity came about and I moved to Orlando. I wish I could say that I left all of the stigma behind in Mississippi, but I didn't. I started to discover who I was, but I hated myself for it. After countless nights of battering myself, and teetering on suicide I finally told someone. I was gay.
I've discovered as an artist that when I try to paint other things without self reflection and emotionally connecting with what I'm working on, it just falls flat. My biggest hope when I'm working on a piece is that someone who views it may discover a little bit more about themselves as I did about myself.
I hope you enjoyed this little look into why I do what I do. Does this resonate with you? Share with me your thoughts, views, and reasons you create in the comments section bellow.
Until next time, stay living creative!