Maryann Simpson // Tennyo Celestia deviantART shop

I grew up in a house full of pets in a basement full of tools and art supplies. My family was always 'artistically inclined': my mother carves, knits, weaves baskets and once made pottery, my sister is a landscape designer for Meadows Farms here in Northern Virginia, and my father made stained glass panels before he passed away.

I latched on to drawing when I was in fourth grade, starting where everyone starts- copying and tracing. I only started developing a style of my own went I entered into high school, and I was stuck with one problem: I wanted to do everything. I wanted to draw, I wanted to write, I wanted to paint and sculpt and make jewelry. I fought with this mishmash of interests until I came to my final conclusion:

Why can't I just do everything?

When everywhere you turn there is something beautiful, it's difficult to consolidate everything you want to express onto a piece of paper, or even into a sculpture. Different expressions and different ideas require different mediums. A piece of art, written or otherwise, is a thought on paper. It's taking something so abstract not even a scientist can really tell you how it works and giving it an expression, a face. Something you can point at and say 'THAT is what I'm thinking' or 'THAT is how I feel.'

Art is a metaphor for thought, and thoughts know few boundaries.