Art is my heart, soul, body, mind, the air I breathe, the blood that pumps through my veins. It is my everything. And I allowed a man, another human being to come in the way of that. He didn’t do this on purpose of course, but I allowed it. Which made it worse. I allowed myself to become lost because I thought it would please someone else. Art means the world to me. Whether it is my paintings/mix media, or my photos…and by next year I will be doing my OWN photos and not relying on a photographer or anyone else. Because for me to be proud of what I have accomplished I need to do it myself. I don’t want to have to owe credit to anyone else…as selfish and egotistical as that sounds. But I want to step back and say I fucking did that, I made that. No one else did. I did it on my own. I don’t want to put my heart/soul into someone else’s hands once again. - Nahoma
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