Honestly

Is making art a way to engage with the emotions we’d rather bury? Although I have had conversations many times about whether or not art is therapy, or simply therapeutic, I am always left with the response… “but…”

If I am honest with myself (no one else cares), I am more inspired to make art when I am somewhere in the grieving process: not fully immersed in grief, which renders an internal paralysis; and not fully content, when the mind is focused on more social, external activities. The point of creation is somewhere in between.