Our Love

Our Love-
He would always ask her about her day, knowing that he could sit back and watch her eyes light up as she searched the library in her mind for the moments he would like best.
Whenever they were in a crowded room talking to other people, they always seemed to look up at the same time and find each others gaze, giving one another the slightest of nods. Like a silent “I love you” from across the room.
Love bloomed quickly for the two of them, it grew from the moment he guessed her favourite colour, and the pure happiness she saw on his face.
To the times they chased each other around the house, giggling like they were children again.
Life together was all they knew now.
Conversations without words.
Hugs given without knowing they were needed.
A connection that could never be broken.

Original words by
Samantha Cox

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I navigate my thoughts through my art, whether it be an outlet for internal energy or art therapy pieces to calm my mind and my Schizophrenia.
The process of creating internal thoughts into a visual identity is a rabbit hole that can stretch for an eternity.
The moments shared between the artist and their works, is a fascinating bond.. Every piece has my emotions attached to it, making it more than just canvas and paint.
I often compose words after staring at a finished piece, not to lead the viewer as such, but to insight their own thought process.
My art may vary as much as my mind will, allowing myself freedom and an authenticity in the art I create.
Letting go of fear and opening yourself up to vulnerability is a necessity when creating art.