I have it in the back of my head at all times that when an artist closes their eyes, they see a world no one else can. It’s an internal collection of experiences, dreams, raw emotions, and manifestations that are just waiting to burst forth. As unique was we are as people, even more so, the artist with the eyes to see.

Here’s a hard fact: I’m not here to fill your space. I’m here to make my own.

I awoke this morning with a fire in my belly. A thought which cannot be quashed, and a believe which cannot be broken:

Find Yourself in the Service of Others