I know I’m in my own little world, but they know me here.
I learned a long, long time ago that when the world in which I lived became too mean and cruel I could escape to my own little world of safety. My tiny bedroom became my haven; a place where I could cry, sing and play my accordion, draw, and write out my feelings like they really mattered. And I’d stay there for hours.
Even now I avoid chaos as if my life depends on it, because it does. Chaos drowns me in a cesspool of anger, rage and depression.
So, here I sit at my computer in my own little world of peace and quiet, downloading and painting pictures to post. Sometimes I wonder why I spend so much time on each one; erasing its flaws and imperfections, changing its shape, choosing just the right color and texture before presenting it to you. Then I realize that’s who I am. A perfectionist living in an imperfect world striving to be the best I can be in spite of it.
So, when you glance at or download my images, know that I poured my heart and soul into them just to cast a little sunshine your way.