I am human.

What a humbling experience this whole thing has been so far. Am I the best?  No.  Am I the worst? No. I’m hovering somewhere in between, floating up and down amongst the highs and lows.  The lows hurt.  The highs feel fucking amazing.  It’s kind of like a drug in that way.  I certainly feel more alive than I have in a long time.

There’s something about having another person understand you.  That’s all.  Just understand.  I’ve had strangers cry over my art.  I was asked for my signature last weekend.  I’ve befriended people thousands of miles away.  But who the fuck am I?  I’m just a hermit bleeding over a canvas.  These messages are all to myself.

I wish life were easier for all of us.  We all have our personal issues.  If we could all stop pretending to be perfect, oh, how we could help each other!

The beauty of life lies in those who you find in your darkness.  The beauty of life lies in human connection.  Never give up when you feel lost.  There is someone out there who feels exactly like you do and needs you.  You just have to find each other. 

“In a world where everyone wears a mask, it’s a privilege to see a soul.”