Sometimes it feels like I have so much- so much- that I want to convey through drawing or writing. But too often I find myself without words or images- too often I find myself staring at a blank page. Sometimes it's just not knowing how to express "myself", but mostly I'm made blind and lost by fear. I feel like the blank page taunts me at times- "Don't draw, don't write, don't create or share. You aren't good enough. No one wants or cares about what you have to offer." I long to be genuine and real in what I make. My heart wants out of it's cage; to find release in paper and pixels… But what if I AM completely honest? What if I put it all out there? And what if, then, I'm rejected completely?