My imagination was a great place to escape from all the anxiety and disapproval of my life... I had to live in my head... art was a way of making myself feel better.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Art was a way for me to express myself and for me to also escape because it was tough growing up as a child. We didn't have a lot of money. I was always creating. I was writing stories. I was doing comic books. I made my own universe.
Art was always for me an escape and a way to relate to the world around me.
I love art and I think I was destined to end up in some aspect of the arts.
Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence.
I think of art as the highest level of creativity. I was exposed to it since I was very small.
It dawned on me that art was the way I could survive.
I loved the world of imagination.
Seriously, I wanted to be an artist because I saw that it meant endless possibilities. I came from a badly managed family background, so art was a way of reinventing myself.
I just wanted to be an artist. I didn't care how or what; I just wanted to express my artistic integrity, and I wanted the world to have a vision of what I was seeing in my mind.
Growing up, I think I always had a sense of art: a sense that there was poetry in the world. I didn't know where I was going to find it. I didn't know where I was going to fit in, that was for sure. But I kept moving forward. There wasn't a future in anything other than movement.
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