Individual

A friend once said to me, "You're alone, and you will always be alone... because you are a true artist."  And while that statemeant saddened me, it also inspired me.1

I always felt I was different from the majority of the students at my high school.  I loved the little things:  the leaves falling from the trees in Autumn, dancing in the rain, and filling my journal beside the lake.  No one around me ever took a second look at anything like that.  The arts were/are my passion.2

I've always expressed my anger and sadness through three things: the bristles on my paintbrush, the lens on my camera, and the black ink of my pen.3

I have so many aspirations as an artist.  Someday I hope to publish my poetry, and finish writing my autobiography.  I've recorded songs and performed with my band, and I hope we can make it somewhere.  I may eventually decide to be a crime scene photographer, but for now, I just want to capture the beauty around me.4

In the past few years, I have been completely interested in the art of photography.  I would love to learn the ins and outs of the craft.  When I am passionate about something, I do my best to acchieve great things.  I may still be alone, but that is when I spread my wings.5