Self-Portrait: Hidden

When thinking about my story as an artist, I often get lost in my own head. Traveling from one thought to another, just grazing the surface of each idea. Where did these ideas come from? I seem to be trapped behind endless possibilities and countless fears. I dive into my work, and go back and forth with ideas before deciding to change my motive completely. I’d like to take credit for anything I’ve ever made, but surely I cannot. I am an artist who steals from others, someone who feels incapable of making their own decisions, because “What if it’s wrong?!” I suppose that is why I hide. Not because I’m scared to be seen, but because I’m scared of being called out.