For a while now, I have struggled with my appearance. This has taken a huge tole on my mental health, and art has always been my escape. I see it as my mind on paper. Which, however, leads me to the question, “Is beauty really in the eye of the beholder?”. I am into portraiture, because I tend to be drawn to capturing the beauty in someone that isn’t often spoken of. For example, wrinkles, are beautiful. They show life, and show that this person has seen so much over so many years, and are still here. This, to me, is beautiful. Imperfections are beautiful. Far more than “traditional” beauty, which is something I never seen for a long time. I use pencil the majority of the time because it’s so simplistic, yet allows for such detail, and depth. Sometimes, however, experimenting using watercolour, and coloured pencils to allow something to really stand out in my work, that I feel should be highlighted. My work is important to me, as it has allowed me to open my eyes, to true beauty. I can now see that beauty is something different to everyone, there isn’t only one definition to beauty.