Juxtaposition.

I am not fearful of what comes next.

In fact, I am confident in saying

that I am ready.

I am not fearful of what comes next because I identify with two things; being human,

and being an artist.

And so I am left juxtaposed.

Juxtaposed because it is in our nature to fear,

but fear and art can not coexist.

Fear runs through our veins,

carves intricate designs and patterns in our very bone structures.

We speak of life,

and the real world as something that requires

immense preparation and assimilation,

must be approached with great caution and intention;

can only be entered through foretold paths of

utter certainty,

paved entirely of porcelain and gold.

We want to love, but fear pain,

want happiness but fear sadness,

want joy but fear rage.

We are led to believe that we should

fear the future.

We should fear what comes next because the future is

uncertain,

and uncertainty can be scary. And so I am left juxtaposed,

juxtaposed because

fear and art can not coexist.  

Fear is restricting;

limits true creativity and

strains emotion.

Art comes from taking risks.

I don’t have the capacity to be fearful,

instead I accept what I am afraid of.

I allow myself to learn and grow from my fears.

Contrasts of light and dark give me courage,

variations of tints and shades make me feel less

vulnerable.

Paint gives me the audacity to create

textures and space. Space is something I am not afraid of investigating on canvas,

so I am fearless of exploring it both in my mind

and in my life.

will forever have the truths and company of both

warm and cool colors,

intensity and dominance,

and contrasts of primary hues.

Although I take time away from

it,

art is something that will travel with me for an eternity;

an eternity filled with

colors and

words and

power and

strength and

resilience.

With art I am fearless.