My Creation

Growing up a loner in a small Oregon town has proven to drive my need for creativity, at that point it was neither a passion nor love but a need to escape. My only friends were my thoughts, a pencil and paper. I spent most of my adolescence in my room depressed, but creating art and poetry took me away from that reality. I had no need for drugs nor alcohol; I found my high in strong feelings and imagination. Later in life I discovered that being creative was my passion and the only thing that truly brought me happiness. The things I love about creativity are the times I spend with myself thinking of a new reality, being able to work with different tools that guide me through the step it takes to get that reality across and experiencing people’s reactions towards what I have created.
Imagine this: laying in bed alone, not being able to sleep because your imagination is being bombarded with spectacular images and concepts of what your next creations will be. As you experience dauntin...