There is nothing more powerful, nothing more real, nothing more steeped in unlimited possibility than this very moment.
And it's gone.
The moment may taunt you as you play it safe or it may lure you in as you choose to risk that bold move to evolve yet closer to your true potential. And it's gone again.
As an artist, I struggle with the moment. I worship it. And commit to remain ever vigilant of its power and potential. And I fail. And get back up. And fail again.
My relationship with the moment IS my art. My world is a paradox. Cruel, yet kind. Hideous, yet beautiful. Oppressive, yet liberating. Reality is, and will continue to be defined by each and every individual’s lens.
As an artist, my lens is always shifting, as inspiration is a wily beast, impossible to tame. I find inspiration in the possibility of humanity.
Despite the fact that some of us continue to condemn one another, and things we don't understand, more are open to understanding differing perspectives.
When hope fades, it instantly renews with the realization that humanity continues to evolve.