I do not want to have a name. I do not want to have a face. Whenever I claim my work, it becomes stunted because I worry too much about the details, when the beauty is in the obscure. I do not want to coax friends over Facebook, Twitter, etc., to follow me so that I can feel good about myself and my writing. I have decided to do this the, er, old fashioned way (using contemporary tools). This may end up being nothing more than a diary, with no online presence, and no followers, or, maybe it will inspire other artists who feel the same burning desire to turn their observations, experiences, thoughts, dreams into something more tangible.
For me, it is a journey of self-exploration-one that I have been on for twenty-five years now. I am a quarter-centenarian, and I have decided to stop making excuses, stop allowing my fear of failure to limit myself, and to just. keep. expressing.
Paris, July 2013.