The Mind of an Artist

I wake up and I see beauty.

I don't know why but I have just been feeling depleted, tense, and ungrounded lately. I act like I know what I am doing but in reality, I have no idea which direction I am sometimes going.

When I was younger I was certain of many things. Of who I was and where I was going.

But as life got a hold of me, my certainness became scattered. I am consumed with fear and I can't move. Afraid of what will be. Afraid of my success. Is this my destiny as an artist? Unlearning and relearning the angle of fear. The angle of my new selves throughout time.

I wake up and I see the enemy.

The person who is self-sabotaging holding my creativity hostage. I do my best to dig myself out of the hole. It can take me seconds, days, or months to get out of that place. I see the fear that makes me miss out. Thoughts that were not mine in the first place. Other people's limited beliefs that I claimed as my own. Why do I believe the lies?

I am an artist

A storyteller

A truth seeker

I wake up and I see light

I wake up and I see the darkness

I wake up and I see me

I love you my Chichi Pies, ¡Feliz Año Nuevo! (Happy New Year!)

This is me during the Xmas holiday in Puerto Rico 💖