• I am whom I am, and that is nothing short of intricate. I am a contradiction. I am a poet, I am a destroyer, I am a dreamer and a thinker, I am a singer and songwriter, I am a dancer and performer, I am a model though not a good one, and I am colorful despite my clothes. I am all that people can see in me, and all that they don’t know. I am a reckless thinker with infectious thoughts, and a violent peacemaker who stops at nothing. I am insanely religious, and on some days, religiously insane. I am shy though full of ideas, and I am the loudest person once you get to know me. I am allergic to the grass on people’s front lawns, caffeine, and fake people, though I am addicted to all three. I have completed small arts that erupt from colorful imaginary sanctuaries, are born of my warped thinking, and then put down on paper with nothing but flowing black ink. I draw what comes to mind, and I also imitate others imagination, but I never fail to find and spark off inspiration. I am proud of the strange shapes, faces, and demons I make. I am messy but organized. I am a hard worker, and I try to make an impression with every sentence I say or write
    I want to tell so much through this piece of ink and tree but I know I cannot.
    I work with anything in art and have loved all forms of art ever since I can remember. It is a release, and the more I learn, the more I am set free. I work with any material although my favorite has to be a leaky black ink pen. I am at the moment tied up in a piece of a very originally unoriginal piece of drawing with pencil. I have written the word “Sketchbook” across the face of my sketchbook in Victorian fashioned letters. Redundant, I realize, but it is the attraction of the redundancy that made me pursue it. I lean towards art in every way and fashion; I am a musician and have been drawing ever since I could possibly move a pencil across paper. I have taken no art class in my time being alive but am glad that I have the opportunity now. I surround my being with art constantly in all forms. I read constantly, I write poetry religiously; I play my piano when time grants me to do so, and take singing classes on the side; I dance like a madman, and I do not care what people think of my ways or art. I believe that it is the best therapy, and I believe that I am healed through it. If I could be paid for my writings or my drawings or my playing that would be the greatest dream come true. It is not work and never has been and never will be. I will try to pursue my career in writing or music but if I should fail then I will pursue my career in psychology. So for the future if the world does not let me live by art, then I will pursue the art of the mind to fall back on. I plan to work someday in a mental facility, and help others who have been hurt from this world, and hopefully show them how great this world can really be.