I’ve been blessed with a gift called creativity. My mind is restless and can’t sit still. I’d like to think I’m one of the artsy types.
Actually, the part of me that is my blessing is my greatest curse. I’m the typical moody musician, singing songs of love, pain, and world peace. All I need is a guitar.
The good part about me is this creative blood pouring through my veins gives rise to words, paintings, jewelry, clothing, and personal styling that sets me apart. I’m unique, or I’d like to think so.
In my quest to find myself and contentment, I will continue to make things. I want to make me happy. Creativity makes me happy.
Do you like this expression of my artistry?