I bled lots of black today, white paper filling with curves and flow.
Determination and desire filled the space and pressed the edges. I cut around the flower and relished the one petal that pushed past the contained. I love for my drawings to go outside the edges, to speak of the endlessness that is. I am brave and daring in my drawings, I believe it is making me braver in real life.
I see my wild out of the corner of my eye.
I am so uncomfortable taking pictures of myself. In an effort to taste my wildness, I am starting to capture myself, revealing moments and desires, vulnerabilities and perfect imperfections. I feel so stiff and uncertain, but I do love that it is pushing me past the edges of the paper. I am breaking open the container.