Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.

I said, but I have to go, there are so many places calling my name.

Whether someone does right by you or wrong by you thank them anyway.

I create beautiful art, so I can look back on the life my body fell short of in such a way that it brings me peace.

You have to keep doing it, Even if no one is watching. The best artists, are those Who live from their expressions, Not chasing the impressions.

There's something beautiful about facing tragedy, you crack open a new, you find yourself in the parts of you; that can finally be explored freely with out judgement or guilt. Where to from here doesn't exist & your not sure when it will return, but there's something beautiful in facing tragedy, a new type of being within you is born and one whom is more fearless than ever before.

The girl was a gypsy before an illness took control of her legs, now she watches in awe the world pass by whilst stillness teaches her about inner strength.

Theres a remarkable amount of strength residing in those who move forward without being able to physically move. Ones that carry the weight of illness or a disability, they battle wars most know nothing about. They are the true warriors of the world, the ones who have every reason to quit but never do.

Know your worth and love yourself in such a way that anyone who is no good for you, wont be able to reach you.