I’ve always found art somehow reassuring, art and the beauty that comes with it.
Following sharp lines and soft edges had always given me the warmth one must feel when safely nesting at home, surrounded by objects they have known for their entire lives.
Admiring what humans can do permits faith in our fucked up race to blossom in me once again, no matter how hard it had been stepped on before.
But art is to be found in natre first of all, from the smallest leaf to majestic mountains. I see in this a loving mother but a fierce, wild warrior as well.
I share things inconsistently, I share art and experiences and fretting thoughts, but above all I try sharing the beauty that is within.