I woke up this morning, on the floor of my father’s house, and realized…

This is my life.

Feeling distorted and immersed, still anchored to the ocean of freshly shed sleep, I looked up at the painting I was working on late last night and shook my head with a smile. “I must be crazy,” I thought, “to have such delusions of grandeur from this vantage point,” as I peeled my face from the carpet.

But the truth is, I have chosen to be here, at rock-bottom center, learning to navigate from the eye of the storm, where the debris that is my Life can’t touch me. I am invincible here, because the world only sees me through the windows I provide, in words, or on canvas. But WHEN I have made it, WHEN I have dissolved into illumination like the cosmos on the horizon, I will finally exhale and blow this revolving wall down so that we can watch the sun rise together; You, whose curious eyes have made me real.

I’ve contemplated a Blog for some time now, but didn’t know where to begin or how to welcome you into such a seemingly static existence as my own, as that of an artist who resides and traverses the world within. But there is also no reason to look back now, at the beginning. Therefore, I can only start from here, approaching what appears to be The Entrance Door to an uncertain tomorrow, face to face with life and the reality that I have yet to truly join the ebb and flow of the artist’s market; something I am in the process of remedying.

And still, despite all the unpredictability and risk, there is no doubt in my design. It is the journey I must prepare for, because it too was designed and intended to be a trial by fire, where all measure of what I am will be tested. And only when I have emerged from the depths of that obscurity, with anchors and storms and all my debris attached, can I truly say that I was destined. After all… many are called. But only a few are chosen.

~ Hope you’ll join me for the ride.