In an ideal world, my job would consist of me waking up, picking up a paintbrush, and not putting it down until it was time for bed. Painting has, in the past few years, slowly enveloped all of my free time. I can’t quite describe how cathartic it is to watch my thoughts and emotions take physical form by my own hand. If I were to make my dream of making art for a living come true, I would have to create a certain amount of paintings in a set amount of time in order to ensure my works be displayed in museums all over the world. My paintings would arouse emotion and passion in those who view them. They will inspire and move citizens to create more, to express themselves and not be afraid to see beauty in unconventional places. If I could one day transfer the contents of my mind onto canvas and make a living doing it, I could change perspectives and attitudes with just the stroke of a brush.