Dear Art, Thank You for Saving Me

Dear Art,

Thank you for saving me.

I used to struggle with expressing myself and being authentically me. Then I started to draw what I saw — people, objects, trees — and somehow, I began to see myself more clearly. There was a freedom there, and I loved it.

You started as drawing, then became watercolor, colored pencils, charcoal, and acrylic painting. Over the years, I’ve watched my skills improve — not just technically, but in imagination too.

Growing up, I always felt trapped. There was this constant pressure to “stay in line” and “do what I’m told.” The first time I painted something loose and free, I cried because I couldn’t fathom being able to do that. I didn’t even realize how much that moment changed me until now. I still look at that painting for inspiration — not because it was perfect, but because it was me.

You helped me find my voice. Now, I set my own expectations. I choose which rules are worth keeping. I hear myself clearly. I’m not impressionable anymore…
I’m an impressionist. (Artist joke, teehee.)

Anyway, I want to use you for more than just healing now. This summer, I’m starting a series to tell the stories of people living with diabetes and other chronic illnesses — to raise awareness and hopefully start something good. I think you can help me do that.

You are beautiful and colorful, sometimes harsh, sometimes timid. An absolute learning curve. But I’d love to keep making time for you while I can — my fun little side quest.

Thanks,