Awakening the Artist: A Living Journal of Becoming

There’s something that’s been asking to come through me for a long time now.

Not an art piece.

Not even a fully formed idea.

Just a call: deep, quiet, persistent.

It feels like life work. Like something I couldn’t not do.

This space was born from that call.

It’s a no-rules space. A place where I can let things move through me. Where whatever needs to come, comes. A space to speak the truth without editing. To follow the threads of inspiration, intuition, and deep remembering.

Sometimes it will be just me… reflecting, sharing what’s alive, what’s shifting, what’s asking to be felt.

Other times, it will be conversations.

Real, raw, unfiltered exchanges with artists who inspire me. The ones who dare to be vulnerable. Who live close to their truth. Who remind me that creativity is not a role, it’s a way of being.

We’ll talk about what it really means to live as an artist.

Not in the boring-ass language of bios and gallery curriculums (which honestly, suck).

Not in the game of social media performance.

But in the real way.

What does it feel like when we make something that lights us up?

What shifts inside us when we follow that spark?

How does it ripple through our lives, our bodies, our relationships, our sense of self?

That’s what I care about. That’s what this is for.

Because creativity isn’t a skill, it’s a remembering.

A remembering of who we are before the world told us otherwise.

It’s raw. It’s real. It’s holy and messy and wildly human.

This is not a blog. It’s a living journal.

A channel.

A portal.

An offering.

And it’s for anyone who’s ever felt the pull, even if you didn’t know what you were being pulled toward.

For those who wonder if they’re “allowed” to create.

For those who feel something stirring and just need a place to let it bloom.

This is for you.

Because creativity is the excuse.

Art is the path.

And truth, that’s the whole fucking point.

We are artists.

Even before we believe it.