I wish I could explain my thoughts or even just the feelings I  experience when given any sort of utensil that allows me to create art, but that would be simply inexplicable. I am downright in love with it. If I knew I could feel so passionately about something such as art perhaps I might of stepped into this abyss a little more cautiously. This beautiful passion that seems to devour most of my time and makes me so vulnerable yet feel so secure. I want to connect with people outside of my three bedroom two bath house. I want to connect with the world and the magnificent people in it, but in such a way that its as intimate as a late car ride home. I want to be great and do great unselfishly, to leave a mark and be remembered. I want my artwork to have the ability to take part in conversations that were going on long before my existence and conversations that will be conversed long after I’ve gone. I want to be successful but not in a greedy way, rather share my abilities and talents I have learned with people who yearn for these sorts of things. To have a voice for others who can't seem to find theirs at the moment. If a child and elder can look at a piece I've created and feel the same emotions, then I think I will know what success feels like. I want to prove them wrong. I desperately want to gain a greater respect for the art world. For all artists to receive recognition for everything they create, from abstracted sculptures to realistic paintings. I want to show everyone that math and science isn't the only thing keeping this world together and that I’ll be perfectly fine with an art degree.  My goal is to communicate with people in a way that words cannot, in a way that can narrate a series of novels just through a palette of colors. Art means so much more to me than a hobby or a “Congrats you did it, you finished a piece to be proud of.” Art is what motivates and inspires me to think and create as an individual. It engulfs my mind and causes me to lose focus in the best of ways. It plays mind games on me and drives me mad but never fails to keep me sane.  Its the sun coming through my blinds in the morning and the pattern of  stacked bricks that make up my grandmothers house. Without art I wouldn't be myself, I would be nothing.