Why Making Art Is My Favorite Act of Rebellion

There are days when making art feels like a luxury.
Or a waste of time.
Or something I should get to—right after the groceries, the laundry, the doctor appointments, the to-do list that never shuts up.

But I’ve come to understand something—deep in my bones, soul, and stubborn streak:

Every time I sit down to create, I’m doing something radical.