Creature of Thought

Owen R.

pencil

  • Do you ever get so lost in your mind that it feels like nothing else exists? Often times, my thoughts seem to have a will of thier own. They swirl into violent untameable storms, leaving my body paralyized. They barge in uninvited, bearing gifts of sharp pain. They sink back in time, deep into the ground, and pull me along with them. But they also grow into gorgeous tapestries, that spill out onto paper. They flutter with excitement around those I love most, and they bloom open with reminders that I too am loved. It has taken me many years to learn that my thoughts do not define who I am, but I can still appreciate their beauty all the same. My mind is undefinable, unquantifyable, and I find that my art is best when I allow my thoughts to be completely free. This piece is not to be understood.

  • To me, creativity is how we learn about ourselves, and its how we communicate with others. It allows us to fully embody and validate every aspect of our being. Its a way that we give back to the universe, and prove our existence.

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