artist
writer
For as long as I can remember, I have been writing. Even whilst working towards other career aspirations, the written word called to me. I rarely shared my writings with anyone, as they were just a private page for me to look back upon when I needed to understand my own life better.
I used to think that what I had to say didn’t really matter— with a world so loud, what good would come from one more voice joining the symphony? Especially if that voice was too quiet to be heard, anyway.
And yet, after a disheartening break in my original career path, I observed a society I couldn’t find my belonging in. I hid away from the world for a while, afraid to put myself out there again. But even in the darkest of places, the light beckons as it shapes the shadows we so willfully ignore in ourselves.
creator
Hope eventually found me: in learning to paint with water and pigment, in building a new dream of starting a small stationary shop, and—yes, of course, it found me in my writing too. I realized that my kind of poetry was worth hearing, and my perspective was worth sharing.
It took a long time to accept that I no longer was who I had been. Now, I am an artist and writer: a creator, of sorts. Maybe, in a way, I’ve always been this, but paths in life rarely run straight and narrow.
Through my work— my snippets of prose and paintings— I hope my quiet, little voice could maybe inspire someone out there. Because it’s time we start looking for inspiration in each other again.
I am…
a writer, working on my first novel;
an artist, practicing my craft;
a creator, merging my love of visual art & writing.
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the world
Here, in my tiny corner galaxy of the internet, in my tiny small voice, I recreate what resounds softly in my own head.