I am always asked the question "What is with the blue rose?" For me it is simple and complex at times. And as I do not wish to sound unintelligent when I say this, but hard to articulate. When I look back in my life, I remember the constant curiosity digging through pictures and stumbling upon my baby album. A hard covered album dressed in roses with shades of blue fluttering about. With that, the subconscious seed was probably planted.
As humans all that we do to participate in life defines us as who we are. We set our bounds and limits by all that we identify with. The blue rose encompassed all the nature and existence I wish to hold. It is the sweetness to the scent, every delicate soft touch of the petals, the strength in the stems, the power and pain of the thorns if handled with no care, and the fulfillment of life in the green leaves. It is the mandible meaning shades of blue transform into, depth, serenity, peaceful paradise, sadness, and joyful bliss.
I am an artist.
I am a writer, painter, acroyogi, photographer, podcaster, and experimenting performer.
I am a woman.
I am a full-hearted lover.
I am philosopher of sorts, and seeker of understanding knowledge.
I am an abstract viewer.
Coming into these years of stating who I am, this is who I have found within myself to be.
And through this life, I want to show you what the world is like from my perspective.
A blue rose scientifically in nature is an impossibility, but you can create it.
