Art, for me, is where I can hold all my darkness

It is release, and it is gratitude, it is expression, and it is play

It is acceptance 

Of a feeling, it is saying this is here and it is real and it allows me to step forward, out of the shame, and into the space where  examination is possible - it is validation of emotions, it is truth, it is feeling

It is how I free myself of the burden. It is the glass shattered and the puzzle deconstructed. It is where the learning occurs.

It is also connection - light, the garden of eden. The space I can notice the beautifully mundane - a way to highlight appreciation, to notice the little things, to articulate ourselves in relation to others, ourselves in relation to our feeling. 

It is the dichotomy of each emotion - it is the reason I am able to walk lightly, it is the continued exploration into my mind - it is continued exploration into the minds of others. It is critical and it is malleable - it is every changing and completely subjective. It is what you say it is, what you think it is, what you feel it is. I feel multitudes far past the allotted depths - I am awake, I am curious, I am trying to understand …