From my perspective, I’ve always loved art and I’ve always loved artists.

Art is capable of being anything and has very few limitations from what I can tell, thus it seems to be the play thing of every artist I’ve ever met or known.

Artists are the ones who imagine and create. Art is only limited by imagination and the artists ability to manipulate. The gifts that they bring to every wondering ear and eye can take ones senses and make you feel as though you’ve been sent to another world. Every detail helps depict every moment and thought that went into making beautiful art and in the end I can’t help but ENVY and LOVE almost every artist to ever exist.

For the longest time, I’ve always enjoyed trying to make art and doing my best to impress and improve. But, somewhere along the line, the artists I envied said they were impressed and wanted to see me make more or continue to practice. In that moment, I stopped. I never imagined myself as an artist. To become one never crossed my mind. I thought that I might try, but suddenly, the ones who impressed me became intimidating. I don’t fear my friends nor do I dislike the encouragement to better myself and what I can do, but the idea of being like them and making amazing things like them scares me. I don’t know how to create and manipulate like an artist, I just had fun with making art. I don’t know the movements to show my thoughts, I don’t even know what I want to make. I’ve never known how to put my mind onto the paper, I just knew how to make what I tried to do look decent... It’s not something I’d ever thought about before, but what does it mean to be an artist and how do they know how to make art? How does one be like an Artist?