The richness of a life in art -
painfully exciting amidst the blunders of uncertainty.
I am one of those few who feel I had no choice- a life spent immersed in creative expression is the only life for me.
This doesn’t make me great, it just means I came down from heaven with a relentless spirit, heart set ablaze.
At eleven, I knew New York would be my home. My chosen profession does not entitle me to the city’s glamour, but there is a richness here that injects itself into people like me.
New York is a living being, and she likes the creative souls running wild in her pastures.
In a few months, I will be coming up on four years of daily meditation. This practice has humbled me and brought peace to my interior kingdom like I have never known.
It is the great illusion of our country that we can have anything we want, for everything takes arduous effort and inconceivable work.
Herein lies the magic, the answers reveal themselves as we apply oursevles. The answers are always in the work, in the pursuit of what matters most.
Having a family, lovemaking, romance are all divine- but they’re not where I live.
For you see, I was born an artist.