The Starving Artist

Who am I?

I am the starving artist.

I am what I create.

I am the idea,

the draft,

the rendered piece,

the carefully calculated patterns,

the fabric meticulously selected,

the needle piercing through,

the handcrafted labor.

I am the wild, free, ambitious, starving artist.

You may not know me personally, you may not even know who I am at all.

However,

if I dared you to

REALLY look at my work,

and if I asked you to observe

every sketch,

every garment,

every thread,

you would see bits of my soul scattered within my pieces.

You would see that I've taken every single composition

and submerged it with the complexity and inspiration that drove me to create it.

You would see that I pour my heart out for something that others perceive to be just a piece of clothing.

You would see the tears, blood, and sweat I shred as I constructed my visions.

You would see the intensity of my passion to design.

You would see that being a creative individual,

is no easy life to live.

Because being a creative individual means

that I have reached a certain degree of lunacy,

a level of madness,

a new altitude of starvation,

to confidently say,

that I would risk the stability of my life

for art.

If I dared you to

REALLY look at my work,

and if I asked you to observe

every sketch,

every garment,

every thread,

you would see that I am the artist who is what she creates.

If I dared you to

REALLY look at my work,

I would not have to verbally tell you anything about me at all.