This is the signature of my grandfather's that is from a painting he painted years ago. I am amazed that I can feel him. The connected passion for art from decades past.
I have changed quite a bit in the last few months. Of course it has to do with current events. The overwhelming feelings that paralyze you.
Can't move much.
Can't open a book to read it.
Can't pick up the phone to call a friend. Stuck.
But once I get into the rehearsal room, I'm home. It keeps filling my cup and keeps me young. I know this is not a passing phase.
There's been moments where I can't really explain an elation of the choice to be an artist. The choice that this is really it. Sacrafice. Its worth it. Because in the end, we are all going to die. I don't have any fear of dying. I really don't. The only fear I have is not following the truth of my path. The sacrafices my dad, mom and grandparents made for me so that I can do this. Continuing for them. Because if gave up now, they worked for nothing. My freedom, my independence, my art is connected to their effort. Their journey is my legacy.
