At 18-years-old, I was in a significant transitional period. I had recently graduated from high school and wanted to develop into the person I imagined I could become as opposed to who I was. I was under the impression that the time I spent analyzing and expressing my understanding of the world through art was wasted, and I should instead gain experiences instead creating art.
I purged myself of my paintings, drawings, writings, and art supplies to become “normal.” But as soon as soon as I stared at a bare room with white walls, I poured myself into break dancing, writing, and restoring a car. I took community college classes in writing, auto body, weight training, and dance. I had traded in one creative medium for three others.
Many years have passed since those transitional days, and I have learned a lot about who I am. I’ve accepted that, whether I want to be or not, I am an artist and I am only happy when I can travel out of my comfort zone, explore, learn from other creatives, create my own work, and share it with the world. This is my blessing and my curse. It is who I am, and as I examine my contribution to family, friends, my community, and the world, I see clearly that the beauty I’ve created, the truth I’ve uncovered, and the new ideas that I have come up with have enriched my life and the lives of many others. The intelligences of artists are varying and often unorthodox, but necessary to make the world a better place. This is why the arts are so powerful and important.