
I’m Avy Matthews. I’m an artist – or at least, I’ve decided to be one.
Not someday. Not when I’m “ready”.
Now.
This is day one of a 365-day journey to become a full-time artist. I don’t have a degree. I don’t have a gallery. I don’t have a system.
But I do have a voice. A vision. And a burning need to finally stop hiding the parts of me that don’t fit neatly into boxes.
I’m doing this for every part of me that got told I’m too loud, too emotional, too chaotic.
I’m doing this for the version of myself that used to paint at night when the world was asleep – because it was the only time I felt real.
I’m doing this because I’m tired of being almost. Half. Afraid.
I don’t know where this will go. But I know I’ll show up. Every day.
With paint on my hands and truth in my chest.
This is not a perfect story.
This is a messy, honest, wildly determined one.
Let’s begin.