I love art with all my heart. It ignites my soul and being with the most ardent affections, blossoming into fervor that travels from my mind to my hands; but the buzzing fails to cease once it’s released into blessed creation— I must leap in joy, yelp out of astonishment, somehow express my splendor, for it is through these methods in which I can understand my gratitude for being alive, for having a vessel in which I can channel my true reasons through.
That is the wonder of being human. It certainly has taken me a while to realize it, and I’m nowhere near fully conceptualizing what that truly entails, but love courses passionately through every plane of my being nonetheless. Nothing can take that away from me.











