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The term emerging artist doesn't quite describe me, what is it that I am emerging from? Is it anonymity? Is it a great swirling mass of the boring day to day? Meaninglessness? I did not emerge from anything, I am still beneath that surface unable to breathe seeking a clear path through the throng of every other artist clawing their way to the top. Like some kind of surface growth on a forest floor I am seeking sunlight to survive... I think Ive always been an artist, and it wasn't really a choice for me. The choice I did have was what to do with the skills and perspective inherent. Growing up this "talent" did more to isolate me than anything else. In school I would daydream and doodle constantly. My various career attempts were sabotaged by my realization that what I really wanted to do was to satiate my compulsion to be alone with my sketchbook or paintbrushes and a new canvas. As much as I fought against and attempted to compromise these two facets, art always won. Its my passion, and after many years Ive come to accept that I will never be a successful business person, or a doctor or entrepreneur, just an artist and dreamer.