over the past few years the concept of art to me has changed and it changed in a way that i didn’t even realize until some time ago. i remember when i first started practicing art, i was always so enthused to be able to create, as well as to be able to share. over the past while, the sharing has become its own process, which for a little bit of time created confusion and even some fear. as each gradual moment, each second, minute, hour, day, week, month etc. passes by, the why becomes more clear. clarity.

i have also realized that art is more than just creating something that wasn’t there before, art is the way that we live life. its the way we look at simple things that really are more than simple; the changing of seasons (self or calendar), our daily practices, the birds that are flying on their own journey, the way that ecosystems on Mother Earth are constantly shifting, evolving, growing, detaching, releasing, healing and changing; how it is all happening simultaneously while each and every one of us move forward through our own personal day to day.

priceless. breathtaking.

sometimes there are no words needed, which gives us more time to observe, embrace, think, ponder, release and grow.

all we can do is our best and that is more than enough. every day is unique and it will take different things for us to maneuver through each one. days after.