Every year I hit a point where I get really introspective about my artistic expression and ask myself “what the fuck am I even trying to say?” And every year, I am reminded that the only one in my way is me.
I question what medium is mine, writing, painting, charcoal? I question if I can even consider myself an artist and what that means if I can or cann…
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