Getting off on Realness
Why blog? Why share my thoughts? I am an artist after all, don’t I have to succumb to some level of aloofness?
The truth is
I get off on realness.
The raw truth and gory details.
I love all the beauty and opulence I create in my outside world, and through my art and the art I enjoy, but on a personal level, I fucking love the truth.
I’m not sure where I got the idea that beauty and truth don’t go together but for now I’m just gonna go with it.
I love the idea of merging the visionary, the “enlightened creator” with the mundane and the everyday human being, that which I am.
Both, in fact.
I love the idea of helping people along their path through the expression of my realness. "If she can do it, so can I”, feels like the most empowered reflection of my work. It feels aligned with what I am here to do. I want to free others from their own traps simply by being. But first I have to do the work myself.
I love the fact that the truth holds so much more resonance than the empty photo of the banana lounge and cocktail, which I have absolutely flaunted in the past. There is enough of that on the internet. I intend to be a trailblazer both into my highest dreams and traversing my deep, dark, grimy self, exposing and sharing it with the world creatively.
It really interests me, then, that as I am expressing myself within a container of art, and my values within art lie within beauty, craftsmanship, awe and mastery, that the subject matter is deep, dirty, grimy and transpersonal.
I’m not sure what it means yet to merge these two worlds in the way that I do but I am interested to find out.