I’d like to think I came out of the womb an artist. In the broadest of terms. I observed quietly. But boy was I the opposite when music came on. My childhood was filled with my Dad’s 60’s/70’s classics – I grew up knowing the real good stuff. My sister Chelsea and I would run around in a circle to The Eagles’ “Get Over It” and I would drop down on one knee – pucker my lips – and raise my right hand in a fist and go for it. I was a rockstar.
I have dabbled in the arts. I painted all throughout high school and I was decent. I took up guitar and well…that wasn’t so good. I took drama & photography. One thing that has stuck with me since day one is dance. 18 years and going strong. It is a relationship. Dance has been there when no one else has. You lose yourself in the moment to find yourself. How cool is that?
Art is many different things but it all comes down to one item in specific – a way to express yourself.
Having an outlet to express yourself is important. We all vie to be great. Extraordinary, even. I think what lies within us is more extraordinary than anything you could put on display for others.
I can’t promise a regularly scheduled posting. But I can promise you that what I do put out is from the heart. If you take something away from it, that’s a bonus. All I could ever really ask for.