I Am an Artist

Illustrated poster of an anatomical human figure in profile, rendered in layered shades of red and coral, standing inside an organic red shape outlined in dark brown. White dotted lines and circular nodes trace points across the body like a constellation or mapping system, with geometric arcs layered behind the figure. The background features a repeating hexagonal pattern in muted beige and gray, framed by a dark brown border on a muted red field. The overall aesthetic feels scientific, surreal, and retro-futuristic.

Somewhere between anatomy, constellation, and diagram.

I am an artist.

It’s a bit strange reading that short line back to myself.

For the longest time, I have had this viewpoint where I have kind of run away from labeling myself with that term. It’s easy to say, “I have a need to create,” but even that feels cliché in a way. The problem is that for those of us who are artists, it feels inherent in the fabric of our souls. Trying to explain the “need” to bring ideas to life is hard because it’s far more complex than the words we tend to use for it.

It’s not that I don’t want to explain it. It’s more, how do you put into words something that feels so complex when sometimes you do not even fully understand it yourself?

Now, it feels like time to take more ownership over it.

Creating art is what I want to be spending my time on. There is not much else I want to chase. Terry and I have created this strange, nascent thing called Particle Bunni and Discoastal, and I want to move it further into the world. To a large extent, it feels irrelevant whether it is financially successful. Financial success would absolutely be welcome, but it is not required.

What is required is that I need to show up.

Take the agency that I have and move forward.