Inside, it twists and contorts, fighting its way out, begging for a voice. It requires courage. Endurance. To Be an artist is something that is embedded inside the soul. It’s different than just making art; being an artist is a way of existence and it alters the way you see the world.

Your eyes see what is there but more importantly, what isn’t visible, and often what doesn’t exist at all. Living in a dream, an artist exists in two worlds, reality and everything else. Everything else is where dreams, metaphorical realities, imagination, stories – and the list goes on – all pulsate with life. It’s a joyous broken world, mirroring aspects of our own, yet… different. It speaks truth. It can show things as they truly are, not just how we physically see them. It’s not limited. Or at least it doesn’t have to be.

To be an artist means being courageous enough to release those “things” welling up inside of you. Perfection is not the goal. Beauty is irrelevant. And often those “mistakes”, those little imperfections or ugly bumps along the way are the most interesting part. Perhaps that is a spiritual lesson as well… there is beauty in the imperfections, and since we are ALL imperfect, there is beauty in all of us.

My daughters are all artists. It’s second nature to them. Take away their drawing pencils, etc and it’s as if you are cutting off a limb, or crippling them in some way. They have artist souls. For them, being an artist is just who they are.

Others have to work a little harder. It hasn’t been nurtured, cultured, or understood. But it does exist inside, buried deep. Creativity is human therefore to be human is to be creative. Be free to express that creativity. Be an artist, for good or for bad. Have fun. Release. Tell your story. And be an artist, if you dare.