Art as a Way of Meeting

I started making art when I was about twelve, trading sketchbooks with friends on weekend nights. We drew in one another’s pages, passed them around, and made something together. It wasn’t about being better or worse. It was about making a mark and discovering that someone else could see themselves in it.

I still think about art that way.

Sometimes I make art to connect. Sometimes I make art to listen. And sometimes I make art simply to remember that I am alive.

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