Today is one of those days where I was once again reminded why I want to do what I want to do with my life. After an evening full of freak-outs and anxiety attacks, and then waking up feeling like there was more weight on my chest than Giles Corey could even comprehend, who would have figured that drawing 50+ matches would be my release? Art is so therapeutic for me, and all I want to do is help people feel as free as I do when I'm drawing, or painting, or sculpting.
Three cheers for the future.
And for art therapy.
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