I’ve been asked a few times now to rev the engine—a request that still makes me grin like a kid. This is all new to me. I’ve never owned my own sports car before, let alone one that can hold its own (and then some) against most out there. She’s got the numbers to prove it.

But here’s the funny thing: because she’s a super, I sometimes find myself wishing she sounded beefier. I know that’s juvenile—like I’m expecting the growl to match the bite—but there’s something about that sound that feels like it should announce her power. I’m learning, though, that noise doesn’t always equal performance.

Some cars roar and rattle the pavement, but when it’s time to race—they fizzle. My girl? She’s stealth. She doesn’t need to shout to prove herself. She takes her time, quietly confident, and then leaves a shimmering trail of dust behind her on the back roads she calls home.

The more I drive her, the more I realize this is love—pure, unapologetic, adrenaline-laced love.

A year ago today: https://mwilliamsart.com/64days/2024/10/1/september-27-2024

It looks like I was struggling with what art really means. I still believe anyone can be an artist, but I also believe that to be great at anything, you’ve got to put the time in. It’s pretty rare for someone to pick up something new and instantly be amazing at it.

I’ve been doing art in one form or another since I was four—that’s my earliest memory of it, anyway. I love taking my time with new mediums, figuring out how things work. Form, perspective, and scale show up everywhere, but each material has its own personality. Learning how to handle something new takes patience, and honestly, I enjoy that part.

I love learning how things move and behave, and people are no different. Meeting someone new, hearing their story, seeing what drives them—it’s all inspiring. There’s this rush, a kind of dopamine high, that hits when I connect with something or someone new. I can’t get enough of it. I’m hooked on exploring this world, one creative spark at a time.