Art isn’t just something you look at. It’s something you feel before you even understand it. Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense. But that’s the point — art isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s supposed to be honest . For me, art is where emotions go when words aren’t enough. It’s the quiet confession in a sketch, the chaos hidden in colors, the softest parts of yourself that you d... » Continue Reading
“Surviving the Reflection” —It’s exhausting, isn’t it? —I said to my reflection in the sea. It didn’t answer, it just stared at me. Still, I kept talking. I’m not sure what exactly feels so exhausting. Maybe it’s nothing, I thought. —Maybe it’s nothing —my heart told me, as it put on one of those little band-aids for kids, the ones with teddy bears. It has always liked those things. —Doesn’t it hu... » Continue Reading