Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life

There comes a time for healing, no matter how broken you've been.

Through the storm you will eventually find new strength.

There comes a time when you will go outside and meet the world again.

Let the sun shine on your face. Let the wind touch your hair.

There comes a time when you will be happy to be alive.
Appreciate your own being, and find beauty in the smallest of moments
- because you've experienced the other side.
You have known the opposite.

There will be a day where you resurrect.
Rise from the darkness. Free from the chains.

And that day will be the beginning of everything.

The beauty of life is that you can allow each day to be a new beginning

- your own clean slate where you can start all over again.

The black maze

Caged

In a dark place

No where to hide

No where to escape

Naked, beaten, bruised

Robbed of everything you are

An empty shell of yourself

Trapped in a black maze

Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world, and through it I'll walk myself home

Who are you?
Answer without your name, your job, things you've done, your possessions, your friends...

The first questions we're often asked are "what do you do?" or "where are you from?"
As if that somehow defines you. Nobody ever ask who you really are.

... And who are you, really?

You are not a name, a weight, or a gender.

You are not the money in your wallet, your friends, or your looks.

You are not an age, your past, or where you're from...

You are a thousand things, but sadly most people choose to see the million things you're not.
They simply don't see you for you.

You are not where you're from - you are where you're going.

You are your individual consciousness. You are your soul, and your passions.
Your mentality and reflections. Your conscience, your intentions.

You are what lies beyond everything physical, what lives deep down in your mind and heart
- your own inner continuously evolving work of art.