Paint it black, and grey.... Painting

I have has a pencil in my hand since I could realize what drawing was. It was the only way to keep me quiet when I was a child. I drew, I colored, I tagged, I tattooed, I painted, and I drew some more. My life has been surrounded in art and music, and both worked hand in hand for me. But like so many other people life had a different path it presented to me. A few short years ago the universe chose to break my body so I sought out help to take care of my handicapped daughter so i could heal. Then i chose to take my daughter away from me completely breaking my heart and mind. The world had taken its turn kicking me in the junk time after time, and year after year. But this was the end of who I was before. I was no longer a person who just enjoyed art, I needed to be more. Art was the only thing the world hadnt taken from me, so i fell back into its open arms and became who I am today. Now art isnt just something I do... its who i am. Its what i am... and for my little girl I will create until I can no longer hold a brush. Because at the end of the day a life without art would be a mistake. So now I will take every day to create and fight to find light in creation instead of letting the darkness have me. In that world beauty is as simple as a brush stroke.