23/06/2022
Artists. 🌼
Ever since I was child, I wanted to be a wizard. You know, the usual- disappear at will, hide my mischief, turn water into a feather, speak animal languages and have a pet owl, conjure things out of thin air and wear long and cool robes that don’t fly when I fly - the works.
Growing up, I realised that there is no magic that can turn my world around.
But then I grew up some more and met artists. People who looked just like me but when they sang, it felt like I was flying above a lake of my own tears, dipping in occasionally to remind myself of what hurt me. People who created poems that left me feeling small and big at the same time, understood and seen, without even meeting them face to face. I discovered how some human beings could conjure up beauty using colours on blank paper and suddenly I am weeping because it looks like home. I found movies that spoke my truth way better than I ever would, with the light falling on to the main character at night just the way it falls on me. I saw the world through the lens of photographs that capture people falling in love, saying goodbyes, holding back tears, and captured the almost of it all.
And to think that these people are just like me, sitting in a dark room with a cup of tea or coffee next to them, maybe slightly disappointed because they feel they could do better, they could do more, be more. There is so much that they need to say, to show, to be - and yet the canvas is too small, the day too short, the lifetime just a blink.
And so they break it up into little bits of magic and leave those for the world to discover, and to put together this picture of happiness and song and art and stories and this is sometimes enough for them, sometimes not.
I saw it all and then decided that if there was any magic in this world, it was in creating something that would go beyond you, to the world, and beyond.
That should be magic enough for this world, and for myself. 🌸
