Art is a part of my life. I am not a fan of that statement. It is correct, art is a part of my life though I feel it is not even close to the way I think about art and my relationship to it. When we talk about art with this language it feels so abstract and disconnected from my truth. Art is not just something I enjoy or choose to do in my spare time. Spending time in the medium of choice is essential to my life and joy. The finished work is fun to have and hang up or show others by posting them to a blog. The finished product is not the end. For me, the purpose is the process itself. The benefits that I get while creating the work. Sometimes they turn out beautiful to me and other times they look awful however I still got to have the time. Processing my thoughts almost in a meditative state. Trying to make sense of what is going on in my head. It is in these times where I have some of the most profound AHA moments. I am prepared to quiet the monkey mind and listen to my heart and soul and how God is speaking in my life. So it is not always about setting out to create a specific piece of art or concept I have. Most of the time it Is me stepping away from a busy life and trying to pay attention to my life.

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