Art is a lonely road

Art is a lonely road—at least, it has been for me. Not because I’m physically alone, but because the journey of creating something truly personal often means walking a path no one else fully understands. You spend hours in your own head, trying to turn emotions and thoughts into something others can feel. People see the final artwork, maybe even admire it—but they rarely see the doubts, the silence, the late nights, or the constant questioning that comes with it. It's not a team sport. It's just you, your thoughts, and the weight of your own expectations. And yet, despite the isolation, it’s a path I chose—because even in that silence, there’s freedom. There’s truth.