It's fairly easy to say why there is value in creating art. It's a natural expression for some. It's a way to communicate. It's a way to articulate what is going on in our souls without using the confines of words. But why share...?
Why share the art with others? Why show them? After all, there are poets and writers who write for years because they need to, but who never share those words because there is no need - the expression was complete.
I started sharing my art at a very difficult time in my life, filled with turmoil. I had been silent for two years with my pain and when it was time for me to finally admit that I was even in pain I could only do so with imagery. Mostly I spoke with paintings but as I spoke up more and more, I used photography as my means of communication... both are natural for me, though photography is sometimes quicker and once I began confessing my secrets, I wanted them to flood out.
I was able to share these secrets in anonymity and enjoyed the small amounts of feedback that I got from others. I must admit, now that I've gained some recognition (which is always surprising to me), I'm no longer anonymous and it's much more vulnerable... and exciting. I'm at a crossroads now and have to decide where to go with this venture, so I've taken the next three months off of showing and exhibiting and trying to ground myself and figure out where to go next.