Who is Blue?

In the isolation days, I, just like the rest of the world, had fallen into a deeply depressive state of being. Stella Adler once said, “Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.” Rarely did I see pure daylight. Daily, my routine looked like a dire repetition of scrolling on my phone, eating insanely processed sugars, bags of chips, barely enough water to fuel the human body, playing video games until the sun went down, rarely seeing outside of my comfortable four walls and small roof. I did not know living at this time. And there was a soul within me that was being suppressed.

When I first put pencil to paper, and attempted my first portrait drawing, something within me found release. And just like that, I wasn’t a master of my craft on the first try, nor the thousandth, but I was hooked. Every time I touched a pencil to a paper from that point on, my body, mind and spirit were free. I fell madly in love with the act of creating. 

In 2020, when I began my journey as an artist, I can say the basis of my artistic skills were sub-par. As someone with a rambling imagination, but zero artistic eye when it comes to proportions and detail, I started off very abstract. Drawing stick figures hanging off of double gravity cliffs and climbing pink mountains. The concepts came easy, as my inspiration was driven by my immediate living experience. Frame of mind, emotion, and environment were always my inspiration. The meat and potatoes of my drawing and paintings are what I see through my eyes, and how can I make the world see this as I do? Still to this day, my art lies on an abstract base, but overtime I’ve practiced. Because realism has always been my weak point, it’s the style of art I focus on the most. Hence, the birth of my personal art style, some would call it symbolic surrealism, I call it whatever.

Art has spun my life into an upward spiral, taking me places I otherwise would never have had the care to discover. There’s a new glow about life when you see things artistically, it’s a romantic lens. About two years into my artistic journey, I tried skydiving for the first time. The buzz of the plane, gliding on high-speed winds, the fresh-crisp air that splashes you in the face when you approach the door, and the light. Your whole body relaxing, and your mind bowing to the very true possibility of death. In seeing your life flash before your eyes, everything becomes pale, and here comes the renewed appreciation for life. This is what I live for. 

I get that from only two things, the act of creating and the act of pushing personal boundaries.