My dad reminded me of this story the other day. (I don't actually remember the incident myself, but I'd heard it before from multiple family members.)
When I was 2 years old, I used to go around singing all the time. One day, my grandma asked me why I sang all the time. I replied, "I have music in my body!"
(Yes, I was talking in complete sentences and singing at 2 years old.) That story seems to be a perfect way to start this blog. There's something in me — in all artists — that fuels this unexplained need to create, to play, to explore, to imagine. My 2-year-old self understood it, perhaps better than my adult self does. Art is a part of me, and I should embrace it and feed my passion.
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