I don't consider myself a great writer or even a good one. But I believe we all want to be heard somehow. And whether we profess that through our words, our hands or our art, it’s possible that we can affect someone most profoundly.
Growing up, there was a clear shyness, a lack of confidence and a feeling that I didn’t quite fit in. A sheltered upbringing and enormous responsibility from a young age characterized this person who longed to be seen and heard.
My truths were kept deep inside, and my voice was silenced over the years. I found myself forever dreaming. Those moments with the warmth of the sun on my face as the intoxicating smell of cherry blossoms out the small wooden window of my childhood home brought me immense joy.
Looking back, I now realize I needed very little to make me happy. And this simplicity has carried through in my life. I don’t need to say many words; just listen. I’ve replaced the desire to be seen and heard with being present, embracing every moment.
This connection to self creates a dialogue with my work, creating pieces that speak for me, or maybe just whisper.
Maybe our desperate attempt to communicate forces us to look beyond ourselves for the truth. My truth is my art.
Edward Hopper said perfectly, “If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.” Word.
