🥼at president trump’s second state of the union address, a triangular tranche of the house of representatives stood out, as if lit by a spotlight: the female members of the 116th congress, dressed in white, the traditional shade of the suffragette movement. you can’t compose an image like that if you don’t have the numbers for it. @newyorkermag / photograph by zach gibson / getty.
Artist @karencantuq showed up in my feed and her art represents everything that sparks joy in me.
• a friend once told me: ‘whenever i see flowers and animals, i see you’. and that people, made my artistic self happy.
as an artist it’s a struggle to find your own voice among so much creativity and talented minds. will i ever be recognized if my work if is not signed? do people know it’s my work before knowing it’s actually mine? will i inspired people with my art? is my art good enough? do i create emotions with my art?
the day i got over the fear of creating ‘good art’ and started doing whatever the heck i wanted with whatever feelings i was feeling, felt good and amazing and evolving.
and that’s why you see ‘different editing styles’ among my posts, and sometimes there is me in the snow, and sometimes lily or a middle finger cactus.
but flowers and animals, and perhaps astronauts, i believe are the ones who gave me my voice as an artist and after so much existencial life struggle, feels good.
and i see the evolving of so many creators and artists i follow on instagram and makes me so happy they have their own voice and they created no matter what.
stop worrying. create, endlessly, and your voice will scream.
15:13, 🖤 #wearemadeofstoriesbyk