I think a wake up call probably many artists and creatives encounter early in their careers, myself included, is that up until this point we’ve gotten away with creating and functioning relatively well within a mentally and physically chaotic landscape. I’ve always taken a somewhat twisted pleasure in the romantic mayhem of life, knowing that whatever happens to me will no doubt fuel a raw/maybe good (if I’m lucky) piece of content. Until now, I managed fine with scattered sc

Sometimes I get anxious about the passage of time. But maybe anxious is the wrong word. Maybe it’s more a feeling that exists somewhere between melancholy and restlessness. Sometimes it isn’t even about melancholy though, and just something I process more through a lens of acceptance and peace. The older I get, the more people I meet, and so naturally more and more people start to come and go in my life. It’s been a difficult thing to accept actually, that people are meant to

The Universe has a funny way of putting you in repeated contact with new things you think about, the more often you start thinking about them. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the concept of what it actually means to be yourself, and the implications and freedoms of what being yourself actually are. So naturally, by the laws of attraction, I’ve come across a few people lately whose apparent ability to be completely and unapologetically themselves, has absolutely stopped

My aunt says people come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. She explained it to me as, people come into our lives either to teach us something important, to play an important and specific role in our lives for a certain time, or to stay with us forever. I’ve always liked that because it somehow makes it easier to understand the purpose for the different types of love we feel, at the different times in which we experience them. It lets us understand the reas

2017 was a tumultuous year. For me personally, but for the entire world as well. While my year has been transformative and exciting, it’s also been the most difficult and painful year of my life. It’s been a year of growth, heartbreak, healing, strength, pressure and success, failure, and finally starting to understand exactly who I think I am, even though I still have no clue about what I actually want to do with my life. That used to freak me out, but it doesn’t so much any

“You stop explaining yourself when you realize people only understand from their level of perception.” - Jim Carrey I’m going to do something a little different today. This time I’m not going to talk about relationships, I’m not going to talk about love, I’m not going to talk about moving on or closure or any of the usual stuff I normally like to write about. Today, I want to write about maybe the most important thing I’ve learned this year, and something I think might really

Weltschmerz is a German word that loosely translates to "world-pain" in English; it's used to describe the kind of feeling experienced by someone who believes that physical reality can never satisfy the demands of the mind. It attempts to explain a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness. The Butterfly Effect is the name for the phenomenon whereby a tiny localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere, somewhere down the line. ** I’m always preaching m

Handling hurt. Is there any good way to do it. The short answer is nope. No there isn’t. Not at all. There really isn’t. But the long answer is, you can try your very best, but at the end of the day, sometimes there is just no way to get around hurting somebody else. I’m not talking about hurting somebody physically, or hurting somebody’s feelings—that can almost always be avoided if you make an effort to remain conscious, respectful, and sensitive to the needs of others as y

Original article written June 18, 2017 Reframing. Life is full of curveballs. Sometimes our biggest achievements become our biggest fears, our ambitions blindside us and our successes come at the cost of other opportunities. Our passions become our most fierce competitors, the standards to which we hold others become the ways in which we measure our own unworthiness, and the people we think we love are the ones that make us lose sight of ourselves and why we should be loved i

In the past year I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be an artist. Can one become an artist? Is one born an artist? Are we an artist simply because we make art? Or is it more about a state of mind and having a certain consciousness about the world around us? Is it a lifestyle first, or a perspective on life that inevitably grows into a lifestyle over time? I don’t pretend to be an expert on art—I’m actually far from it. So that’s never what this blog is ever going