Voices In My Head

48x60

48x60in Oil on Archival-Quality Natural Cotton

Sometimes, I hear many different little voices in my head.
I’m not crazy
(i don’t think).

But these little voices can talk me in and out of things, until I ultimately shake myself free, from myself
(most of the times if I can get out of my own way, I’ll be fine).
And at that point, there’s this clear message between the noise that’s following the path of my own internal compass. It’s the voice that sounds like my own. It’s the one I was born with. The closest thing to the divine.

.

.

.

“we’ll all be

very old

before you know it,

so be kind to yourself,

swing for the fence,

dance in the rain,

squeeze every drop

of life

you can,

from living.”