Behind the eyes of a struggling artist.

Whilst I do paint, I do not consider myself an artist. I have done many paintings over the years, some complete and fulfilling, some lost forever in my private morgue. This area is the beginning of myself, and how I will attempt to relate what I feel, and what I want to feel when painting.

Often times I have no troubles pouring my heart out the world before me through art. I do not care what others think of who I am, however, for some reason I do care about what others think of my art. That last bit is the one thing that I am struggling to break free from. Forever looking for some sort of reason for my art to exist and be appreciated. Why should I care? I resist every aspect of conformity, every aspect of society that holds me back, and yet I struggle within my own sense of self to be free.

I have always questioned everything in life, love, and beliefs. Here and now is my time to question myself and express what it truly is to be an artist in a time when art is all but dead to all but a few.