Aliza Bejarano

Everyday. That’s how often I brainstorm. How often I have the urge to make something. It’s that feeling you get when you’re outside in front of clean cut grass and a brightly shining sun. The surge you feel under pale multicolored clouds and before roaring, crashing waves. The craving that crawls up into your taste buds and makes you smack your lips with desire. An itch to run, to tumble down a grassy hill, to throw something high into the air, to jump in, an itch to be alive. In the brevity of my existence I have found that this urge is different in everyone and what satisfies it is different as well. In order to feel ultimately fulfilled, I need to know that I\'ve created something. Anything: a painting, sculpture, mural, birthday card. All I can really say about painting/drawing/making things is that it\'s what makes my heart sing. It\'s like I get plugged into the most serene and magnificent place, but no one else has access to it. I\'m flying. And then I look up at the clock and it\'s been 5 hours and it\'s dark out and suddenly I learned all these things about myself, the world, my environment. It\'s pretty much like meditating. Except I\'m creating something. Which is basically the most amazing thing ever.