an artist is born.

The artist finds her voice in creating. So I will create. I don’t know what my “point-of-view” is yet. I’ve tried to blend in for a long time. Point-of-view is dangerous when you’re trying to blend in.

But no more. The artist finds her voice in creating, and so I will create.

And also, I will call myself an artist. No kind-ofs, sort-ofs, maybes. From this moment forward, in the mirror, an artist stares at me unblinking, square in the face.

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2 thoughts on “an artist is born.

    1. You are always so encouraging, Steve. Thank you for the affirmation, and thank you for reading! I hope you’re doing well. We miss you ❤

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