

A collage about the chaos of evolving your art style. I think the word 'pain' better fits this description, because I don't think art can be qualified as 'good' or 'bad'. I think it's completely dependent on how deeply the artist has met themselves, and if they were even trying to. I believe that people lean into pain more out of familiarity, and tend to stray from discomfort because discomfort is a call to action, a signal from your body that somethings not right. I naturally lean into discomfort because I take it as a cue that I have more to learn, and discomfort is inevitable. But diving deep into your scarcities, your insecurities, the times you fell short- that is painful as hell, and I had to learn to lean into that. The pain of uncovering themes in your life that you thought would never be brought to the surface-knowing you're about to put it on a canvas, a piece of paper, something tangible for yourself and others to see-is the most consistent pain in my life. But it's necessary, and a pain I cannot live without.