Who am I really? Can I answer even the simplest questions about preference and who I am? Will I stand for something only if those around me are standing as well?
Having said that, how can my art/music be anything but a lie, as long as I am not true to my self? The times I find my self immobilized are when I either don’t know what the other person wants or there are 2 or more opposing viewpoints.
I have let myself become something that I despise. I look inside and I see a formless mass of flesh held together by soul. I cannot relax, and I cannot pull who I am together. In my mind I try to focus on a white room with no obstacles and no distractions, and yet in my mind I cant keep the dust or the mud from creeping in.
I have decided that my next project will be self portraits, hopefully this will make more sense to me.
