I will never be a woman who gets on her hands and knees and begs.
But if I am going to beg, I beg you to create for you. Not for what you think the world needs.
There are magnitudes of humans out there who will tell you, you cannot do this and you cannot do that, more than what you can do.
There are a magnitude of humans out there, who live in can’t’s, because it is safe there.
But here is the thing, nothing wondrous ever happens in can’t’s.
We were not made for can’t’s.
And I find that shit scarier than the demons I have stared in the eyes and conquered.
I ain’t no life coach, therapist or fancy author that went to art school and accumulated mountains of debt and has ten degrees framed neatly on her wall as self validation, from an inner crippling fear of failure ingrained into her being by society.
I can do a lot of other things than just tear out my heart and write with blood dripping upon these pages and give the entirety of my soul when I shoot.
I know a thing, or two, or fifty about Ayurvedic medicine and healing the human body holistically without the need for western medicine. Pills do not cure a diseased spirit.
Every morning I sit with the sunrise in silence and meditate for an hour. Before I consciously do life.
Every time I ride my bike I end up in some minor car accident with bruises and bloody thighs. But I shake off the dust, always. I’ll let karma handle the assholes that drive into me.
I own more camera lenses than shoes. I own three lenses.
Anything that was created circa 1920’s has a soft spot in my heart. Nothing is built to last these days, profit and greed is at the forefront of our thinking. These things have character, soul, stories. I melt in that.
I don’t own enough paper for the amount of illustrating and designing I do.
When I travel, I hardly have enough money for food. But it always ends up falling into place. Everything always does. When you’re scraping your last cents together with lint in your pockets, you find a way. When you’re at the bottom, you can only rise.
I thrive in simplicity.
I create with transparency, rawness and honesty. Because that is all I know how.
I don’t know everything. But I know this one thing.
Go do that thing that lights you on fire, for you.
Yell against your dying day with that hand of yours held upon your beating heart.