06/03/2026
Lately, when I’ve started new pieces, I begin with words. The words that flood my brain: positive and negative, encouraging and critical, energizing and paralyzing. Instead of a concrete idea, I begin with channeling the soundtrack of my life: the inner monologue riddled with anxiety and insecurity that has been my close companion for 39 years. Therapy, journaling, & art making have all pushed me towards the kind of reflection that makes me confront a question I’m still seeking an answer for: why? Why are these anxious thoughts so automatic? Why have I let them steer my life and self-perception for so long? Why have I let them become embedded in my identify and sense of self? Why do I continue to encourage them?
To me, art making is the place I go to stop thinking and connect with myself. It’s the safest place for me to ask these questions and, little by little, a safe place for me to see and wrestle with the answers.