It’s a new dawn, a fresh start. Why am I alive? What is truly important? I struggle with my creative spirit which beckons me to express my haunting fear, my disappointment, and yes – my hope. The fear of rejection, if I should so dare to expose my vulnerability, my love, my tears. And thus, the artist struggles forward through the golden morass of existence.
Winter is gone now. The gray clouds have given way to pure-blue horizons…