What a year it's been! With the start of 2016, I'm beginning to feel like myself again. The happy, inner child type self that finds joy in sobriety and quiet moments.
2015 found me a wreck and a shell of a human. After giving myself away to relationship after relationship, I had no idea who I was. You can read more about it in my tiny buddha article here. In between "soul searching" (a.k.a addictive behavior, impulsive purchases, and pretending to be someone I was not) and "finding myself" (living quietly with my folks, saving money, chatting with my partner on the phone, and growing a welcome child in my belly)...
I'm left pretty speechless.
What is life about? Transition after transition, so hold on while you can!
If you let go of the rollercoaster, you may just drop into the ether of an existential crisis and/or find yourself in Alice's Proverbial Wonderland of Bisbee, Arizona.
Not knocking Bisbee, of course, the artists rock the shit out of that town, and the local fare is way better than what you can find in Sierra Vista.
But either way, I'm hustling to save for this unborn rainbow fetus, who will be born in the year of the Monkey. I'm gathering all my strength to create, create, create. I'm literally creating a human and will pursue my vision of art as a way of making a living.
Visual art is still my dream and passion. Perhaps this year, I'll finally make the transition towards a sustainable free-lance art business, in addition to being a mama.
Mama's of the world, reach out to me, will you? Especially if you love art.
Peace and love,