“Do you still follow your dreams?”
I opened my eyes in wonder, blurred by the morning bright, searching for the voice that had just spoken these mesmerizing words.
This occurred some odd years after the combined pressures of architecture school deadlines and bloating debt drowned me in a silent depression. I feared there was nothing in my heart for dogma of architecture, the life in a firm, a slave to the client. What is a building with no thought of feelings, but an empty shell?
Now here, this voice, out of thin air, gave me hope. And what followed was a prolific eagerness to learn, to teach myself through experiment, how to paint my feelings. In the years that followed, I explored themes that expanded my concept of identity... and as I grew my hair long, I wished to honor a theme- that there was a rich and vibrant culture in the past that somehow got destroyed, leaving only mystery and magic in its place.
After a while, of course I met a person who looked at me with soft grey eyes and commanded my attention - to collaborate in her passion rescuing animals. Eleven years ago I came to Deviant Art, searching for what was missing. What should have been the love of my life, my first love, was sadly bereft of the inspiration and creativity I had yearned for in a partner. I left that year, traveling to California to start everything over.
In her place, mystery and magic whisper softly each morning, as I wake... “Do you still follow your dreams?”