realism for me now is nothing but a means to an end. up until this point, my career has circled around finding truth through the past and what i’ve been able to physically perceive, but after nearly a decade of looking this way, i now understand that there is more to life than what i have been to taught to see.

my eyes tend to lie to me most of the time. whether that’s through experience itself or the viewing of experience. i have been conditioned to believe truth can only be obtained through logical and physical observation, but i’ve always known that this is not the only way. truth also has to be seen through feeling and the individual’s internal experience.

when i choose to listen, i begin to see that all things are possible. there is a sort of rhythm to it. a moving forward motion that compels me to keep going. even through the doubt, there is this want to be in dialogue with what is beyond me and what i can’t physically comprehend. an innate curiosity to seek more. every decision i’ve ever made has been through the act of conversation with what can’t be seen and what i just know.

i don’t expect everyone to get it.
my truth is learning that life cannot be forced as a stamp on a two dimensional plane. it is not bound by the past, but by moving outside the 4 corners. it changes through time, through light, and most importantly— through me.