Finding my inner weirdo

Last night, I got sick. My stomach really hurt, and, as one does at 2am, I took my phone. Doctor Google diagnosed my with at least two life-threatening illnesses, so I kind of panicked.

More than fearing death, the questions my anxiety threw at me were: “If I die now, have I done everything?” “What do I regret not trying?” “The art that I leave behind, does that represent my truest self?”

I already knew the answers to those questions, because this subject has been on my mind for months: I can (and want to) take my art a step further. I want to step away from the pretty images, and dig deeper. I want to create honest, vulnerable art. I want people to see me, my world, my story.

In order to do that, I need to know what’s differentiates me from other artists. I need to find the find all the ways I’m different from others, and use those to create art that is unmistakenly me. In short: I need to find my inner weirdo.

That’s not just an art thing. It’s a life goal: what I thinks others want must stop influencing my decisions.

Now that my stomach ache is gone (guess I’m not dying yet, phew!), the thought about embracing my inner weirdo excites me. And sharing that journey with you excites me even more…