C'est la vie!
Well hello little darlings! Welcome to my blog! This is Nikki and I've started this little blog because I recently moved to the Phoenix area from Massachusetts and realized....I have no friends.
Well to be more precise I still have them but they're just 4,000 miles north and west of here. Back home I split my time between work, friends, family, the fellas 😉 and being an artist. Not to put being an artist on the bottom of my list, but sometimes it did feel that way.
I've never felt, and still don't, comfortable throwing the whole "I'm an artist" thing out there. But the honest truth is I am. It's a part of my essential being and save my life. If I don't make time for my art I find myself slipping inevitable into a rather ugly set of symptoms some might classify and anxiety/depression. (another tidbit I tend not to wear on my sleeve). So I suppose that's really my answer. Because doing something creative on an almost daily basis is so essential to me that I find it odd to throw it out into the preverbal ether like it was some goal I accomplished.
To be honest I probably would have been just as happy to be naturally drawn to, like, math. Things would have all been so much easier if I had just had an inner yearning to solve equations. Then I could have been happy becoming an accountant or something like that. I'd probably have a lot more expendable income at any rate. Ah well...
C'est la vie!
So what does that MEAN for the love of Pete?!?! Well, now that I have apparently gone bonkers and moved to the desert, and have no friends, and a little bit more free time to play around with; I thought it's a great opportunity to actually do what I meant to do all along and just let life get in the way. Being an artist! No longer letting my insecurities be a safety blanket.
Be an artist Nikki, show people what you can do!
I really hope you like it, and if you don't I understand as well. That's the great thing about art. It is more than fine to not like something. In the end it's just how someone expresses themselves. I really hope my expression inspires you.
Well to be more precise I still have them but they're just 4,000 miles north and west of here. Back home I split my time between work, friends, family, the fellas 😉 and being an artist. Not to put being an artist on the bottom of my list, but sometimes it did feel that way.
I've never felt, and still don't, comfortable throwing the whole "I'm an artist" thing out there. But the honest truth is I am. It's a part of my essential being and save my life. If I don't make time for my art I find myself slipping inevitable into a rather ugly set of symptoms some might classify and anxiety/depression. (another tidbit I tend not to wear on my sleeve). So I suppose that's really my answer. Because doing something creative on an almost daily basis is so essential to me that I find it odd to throw it out into the preverbal ether like it was some goal I accomplished.
To be honest I probably would have been just as happy to be naturally drawn to, like, math. Things would have all been so much easier if I had just had an inner yearning to solve equations. Then I could have been happy becoming an accountant or something like that. I'd probably have a lot more expendable income at any rate. Ah well...
C'est la vie!
So what does that MEAN for the love of Pete?!?! Well, now that I have apparently gone bonkers and moved to the desert, and have no friends, and a little bit more free time to play around with; I thought it's a great opportunity to actually do what I meant to do all along and just let life get in the way. Being an artist! No longer letting my insecurities be a safety blanket.
Be an artist Nikki, show people what you can do!
I really hope you like it, and if you don't I understand as well. That's the great thing about art. It is more than fine to not like something. In the end it's just how someone expresses themselves. I really hope my expression inspires you.
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