The fear of authenticity.

I doodle...I doodle a lot. I doodle when I'm bored, when I'm not bored, when I am trying to stay focused. I've been doodling since high school. It was always easy to get lost in the margins of my note book with all types of far away lands. It was my escape. I guess you could say that doodling was a coping mechanism to combat the outside world. A lot of the time, I was scared and insecure of the reality going on outside and around me. I could never quite see the world in the way that the others around me would see it. Whenever I'd share just a glimpse of the world inside of me, I was always met with conflict: I was simply an "Idealist"

But the ideas that were running thru my mind were simply just glimpses of what this reality we live in could be. My doodles were just a way for me to express the world that "would" be. I use to shudder and wince at the word "idealist" for a very long time. It took very recently for me to realize that as an idealist, this doesn't make me any more human or less human, more valid or less valid. It makes me authentic. If there is one thing I learn of my self thru art, it is to be my most authentic self.

SO

I doodle, I doodle idealistic worlds, creatures, and things myself have never known. I may be a daydreamer, I may have my head in the clouds and wait for a utopia that will never exists. The only thing I can say is: This is who I am, and this is why I am here. To doodle and be the real with my ideals.

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