I once told a writer friend that reading her writings ground me.
Every time I see a new piece, I know that it will contain something precious for me to absorb.
A gift to unpack & to receive.
Unlike fast-consuming content that is dominating the social media world,
her intentionally created gifts touch my soul.
They remind me of who i am and enrich my daily life.
They leave an imprint that I happily receive.
A reminiscence of love.
I myself never formally learned how to be an artist.
As many self-taught artists or creatives it started with pausing & leaning inwards,
listening to what my soul wanted to express and experimenting with different mediums to bringing it into form.
I paid attention to how I felt when I was looking at an image, reading a heartfelt article or watching a touching documentary.
I paid attention to all the little details that would stir up those emotions inside me.
And I would try to imitate others & dare to find ways to release my energy out into the world as well.
Disguised as words, sounds, movements or colours.
I believe that the creative process is a process of remembering who we are.
I believe that creation is a God given gift and everyone in this world has an unique skill, an unique expression to create & share with the world.
Creating for the simple sake of creating
feels like breathing.
It is essential for existing.
The more raw & unfiltered is originates from the creator,
the wider & deeper it will hit the hearts of the recipients.
It is not only about the quantity of pieces you create,
but the quality of consciousness you’re able to transmit through them
by tapping first into the depth of your own being.
Deeper & deeper
until there’s no one left.
Until creation & creator becomes one.