I grew up making things.
Then one day I realized I could make a hand look like a hand but it had no soul. Artmaking was too important to me to be a hack. But I never gave anything else a chance.

Eventually I gave away what I couldn't carry, stopped doing everything thing I was familiar with and went out to the crossroads and followed my heart.

10 years later I started working again. It took a while to get comfortable with admitting that an Artist is what I am.

I've banged my head against many walls.
I'm done with that now.
I Love what I do.
I'm happy.

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