Perhaps, I think, art isn't about pleasing others, or even myself. Perhaps it's about wrestling with the storm within, capturing its wild essence on a canvas, even if it means shattering the mold in the process. And as I tuck the canvas under my arm, a faint smile touches my lips. The storm isn't over, but I've learned to dance in the rain. So, here I stand, an artist who dances with frustration, finds beauty in chaos, and makes my own music on the canvas of my soul. What will your artistic storm look like? Only you can paint it.