...And All I Could Feel Was The Sound Of My Bones Breaking...

I’ve been drawing since I was little and it wasn’t until the summer of 2005 that I really started painting. I take a look at the paintings that I have created and realize how dark they are. I read the poems that I wrote for these paintings and I realize that most of them where inspired by some sad emotion. And the fact that most of them are created by sad emotions makes me realize that I not only paint to express myself but most importantly to stop repressing my feelings and prevent myself from going crazy. I paint to keep my sanity and to help heal myself from all the memories and events that have staid with me for such a long time. My paintings are a sort of therapy that is helping me to understand the purpose of my life… not only that but to embrace whatever may come...good or bad, just take it as it comes…I feel fortunate to be able to express my emotions with paint and I thank life for all the good people I’ve met… sometimes life attacks us with a series of unfortunate events that don’t make sense but if we are patient and wait… things eventually get better… we learn things, we experience love and friendship, we laugh and cry, we fall to our knees and get up again…and we keep on going, we reinvent the colors in our skin and become stronger and it’s good…it’s all good…