As a 26-year-old studio art major, I have learned that the term “starving artist” is all but true. I have asked myself countless times why I would go through the “trouble” of learning art forms that have all but dwindled out of demand within our economy. Sculpting and ceramics aren’t exactly jobs that guarantee six-figures in your paycheck, so why put the time towards a major that is diminishing in the real world? Being able to express myself has always been extremely important, yet difficult, especially when I battled through my severe depression and anxiety. Through art, I am able to separate myself from those around me; disconnected yet connected to a force deep inside me that completes me. When I am connected to that source, I feel empowered. Through the years, I have wanted to build and create a safe studio space that would allow those who feel as though they can’t connect with anyone or be understood: a place where artists can create art and connect with those that are equal-minded. Students of the arts are on different mind waves- some people see the world in black and white, some dwell within shades of grey… Then, there are the artists. We see the world through rose-colored glasses at times, but most of all, we see color in everything and everyone. Coping with our own self is sometimes the hardest task, but along side art, anything is possible.