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Why do this?
I don’t know why or how but this brain of mine and the art are connected. When I was younger people told me that making art was a waste of time. That I would starve. Be poor. And struggle. I believed them for a bit but in the process I made myself very sick.
The art helps me put language to experience. And as I began to accept who I was, became more connected to my body, the art began to grow.
I make art because I really don’t have a choice. Maybe its the autism. Maybe its the trauma. Maybe its my nervous system trying to regulate itself. All I know is that I have to do it.
Sometimes I feel as if the art pushes its way through. I don’t know how to describe it in words but when something is itching to be made either I get out the way and allow it to come through or I try to repress it and make myself ill.
Some I’m running experiments. Just to witness how this brain interacts with the unknown. I share it with you because we are going to need become comfortable with the unknown to create a world fit to hold all forms of life.