There was a time when our socks were never meant to be seen. It was almost embarrassing if they did. This was also the time when “nerd” was an insult. 

Not now. Now we put our socks and quirks on full display. Wearing our hearts not only on our sleeves, but right around our ankles. Depending on my outfit, you can tell how I vote, what banned books I read, and the music I listen to. All within an ever changing color palette. 

I suppose everything changes. And it doesn’t take away from what was. There is not only one beauty. We have to find our own. Again. And again. Allowing ourselves and each other the room to change and to grow. 

That’s what makes this nerd create sketchbook art from ruffled women, to hatted men. As Beyonce says, “This ain’t Texas, ain’t no hold ‘em…”, so I paint my cowboy, and put on my colorful socks and set out to find the ever evolving beauty of this world. Step by step. Out on the dance floor.