This year has been an attempt at letting go of inhibitions and giving into my craft. Art is an interruption to equilibrium therefore, inevitably  my efforts to give into my craft tore away the safety net in my life leaving me to wonder how I could keep on going and more importantly keep on creating. I once read that being an artist was particularly difficult because of all the people who would tell you to quit, however, that context didn't acknowledge that the strongest and most compelling voice telling you to stop would be your own. I have single-handedly fallen victim to this internal saboteur more than a few times and at one point I even quit altogether. It is not easy looking at your own vulnerable work and not pinpointing everything you wish you would've done differently, in-fact, I'm a firm believer you couldn't call yourself an artist if you didn't do that at least once.  Art is the reason I had broken but be that as it may Art is also what built me back up and individually stoned my foundation firm to ground so that the next time a breeze of insecurity blew I wouldn't fall apart, but instead reminded of how strong my craft made me.