Shannon April Alice

One day I watched as my mother threw away a box of writing she had saved throughout her lifetime. I asked her why. She replied that they were 'no good'. She said they were arrogant and poor. I will never know if this was true. The pages were yellowed and brittle by years. I will not let my art yellow. I promised myself I would I would put my work out into the world, come better or worse. My work, my art may also be poor, arrogant and no good. None the less, it is what I have to give. Creation is a beautiful thing, if only in the act itself rather than the product.