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I am an artist. I don’t know who I am as an artist; I just know I am one.

When it comes to my art, sometimes I don't think things through before trying something, so I tend to run into dead ends and have to try something a few times in a few different ways before I get a project where I want to be. But that is what I love about art, the steps you take to get something where you want it to be. Read Less

A Beautifully Unique Disaster.
"I am an ugly mess of words; a beautifully unique disaster.
I am an artist, my mouth moves fast, my hands much faster.
Because I feel broken weary and weak when I cry I can’t speak.
I imagine things never seen, love colors and how they blend.
I can imagine a conversation from start to end.
I sing like a dying bird, swim like a dead fish.
Pray to God, and find stars upon which I wish.
I believe in Santa because I am an elf; magic is a child’s toy on a shelf.

I am an ugly mess of words; a beautifully unique disaster.
I am an artist, my mouth moves fast, my hands faster.
Dreams are just wishes and they do come true.
But you have to work, want, hope and wish before they do.
I like Tim Burton and Edgar Allan Po, I say things like I know right, I love you, and so.
I am a girl that the world beat like a man.
So don’t treat me like I can’t do something if I want to, I can.
I am an ugly mess, a disaster with a smile on her face.
I believe home is in my heart and not the name of a place.
I am a beautiful work of Gods art; I am the world’s toy to rip apart.

I am an ugly mess of words; a beautifully unique disaster.
I am an artist, my mouth moves fast, my hands much faster.
I have paint on my floor, on my hands, and my clothes.
I can bend over backwards; wiggle my ears and my nose.
I dance to pop music while I clean, I can be nice, but I can be mean.
I like to get gifts and you can give me a rose.
But all I really want is a race in the parking lot at Lows."

Who Am I?
"Who am I? I am a collage of opinions and facts, I am a product of someone else’s choices and mistakes I am a combination of the people around me. I love to do the things I was allowed to do depending on where I lived and if I could afford it. I am nothing more than the product of this world and the view I had of someone else’s thoughts and dreams in a body that is dying a little every day. Who am I is a simple answer, I am who I was made into by the things and people around me whether they were there for a split second or they love me…

I am short recording of the things I know or went through that will eventually disappear and leave behind small parts of what I recorded to others who will make it part of who they are. Who am I? I am an artist who takes in everything around me in order to create something beautiful, or something ugly that leads to a new way of thinking…" Read Less

I am a graphic artist…I don’t like to speak in front of a crowd with my voice and I don’t like to cry with tears or yell with sounds…

When I Paint, I feel the brush in my hand but I am not telling it what to do, it just does it. I am out of myself and have lost all sense of time. I feel like myself, I feel the colors come to life in my hand. I forget that I need to eat, drink or even breath because what I'm doing fulfills me in such a way that nothing else matters or exists at that point. I feel like I am in heaven, and there is a God. That's how I know there is a God, because only he could take control over me in such a way, only he can create such beautiful works of art, I am beyond grateful and blessed to be the hands he uses... Read Less