I have always been surrounded by forms of creativity.
From the moment I was conceived, and to the childhood memories I ponder and cherish.
I danced in my mothers belly, while she performed also.
I was used as a infant guitar to my fathers new song.
I painted what I saw in the frosted Eastbourne creek.
And I couldn't help be the star of my fathers 40th, stealing the microphone from his band to sing my own version of 'Happy Birthday' at the age of 4.
But then I grew older and began to notice that I wasn't alone in my creative world. Others could also do what I could do.
So I gave up art when my friend painted a better self portrait.
I gave up singing when I didn't get chosen for my school band.
I gave up dancing when I didn't win 'hip hopper of the year'.
And I gave up playing the guitar when my brother became superior in only a matter of days.
I never forgot my thoughts, feelings and concepts, but always felt lost with no more ways to express these.
Until I sat at the top of a hill, at a seat I had helped build and thought. I am myself, I have these thoughts, feelings and ideas. Therefore,
I am Verity and I'm a verbal artist.