I am Free

I am not the same artist I once thought I was.

It happened, it finally happened. The inspiration and motivation I feel I have really been lacking over the past 4 years.

I am free.

I've been off from work for almost 2 weeks now, taking a bit of a break after being sick for nearly an entire month, and undergoing so much stress I thought for a minute I wouldn't make it.

But I did, and that's why by suggestion of my boyfriend I am taking a break from working [since I was fired for being so sick].

I have really been trying to urge myself to art. To find some ounce of inspiration, some understanding of myself, and who I really am. It's been a long journey, but think--no, I know, I finally made it.

This picture reads, "I am not the same artist I once thought I was." The meaning of this is to represent that I have really changed as an artist throughout the years, but I was too scared to try something different. Everything was always in the same style and medium. I was starting to step out a bit by using watercolors and markers, but it wasn't enough.

Yesterday I drew this picture, and I used acrylics, water color pencils, markers, my hands, pencil and pen. It was hard. Hard to draw without self judgment. One of the hardest art tasks I have ever done. But I did it. I broke through that shell which I feel I have been beneath for some time. I feel liberated.