It was a cold winter day.....cliche start right. Ha! I remember coming into the studio with my creative partner. We were there to record a total different project, than the final outcome. However, as I walked to the studio , I masked tears. Why was I crying....I had no idea. I had health and vision...what more could I ask for. We are unique beings. We are strong. We are resilient. We continue to fight. While in battle, we take our scars, heal, and never really look back. But that day my battle wounds came to light. Every scar from every buried pain. At the time I was dealing with a lot on my plate, aren't we all. My mom's health was declining, I ended and began several new relationships and I was venturing in unknown territory to chase my dreams. I felt vulnerable.
So when I walked into the studio, I scrapped the original project. I stripped down. My partner believed I was crazy, but he supported my vision. I said record. Just record me in all my naturalness, in all my rawness, with all my emotions. In many clips, tears seeped through my lids. This was real. This was my project: Raw Emotions.