Leave a Mark.

In life there seems to be such a strange need in us. A need to create change, to alter, to distort.

It screams out, so loud. I know I feel it.

So many voices tell you not to dare to do it.

So many voices beg you to.

To put forth into the materium a part of yourself.

To subject pieces of what’s true through the eyes you look, the senses you have, into form.

It takes vulnerability. It takes bravery.

You’re going to get hurt.

And you may well be the cause of hurt.

But you’ll leave something behind, and you might find satisfaction.

Some will see you.

Others will not.

You will be feared, and loved.

And with your act, you will find satisfaction.