That’s a difficult question. It’s mostly because my eyes are not the rubber telescopes I would need to objectively examine myself with. All I can give is from the inside looking out.
Since you’re here already, you probably know I’m a writer. You may not know that I am also an artist (the piece above as an example,) and sometimes I even make music. But from the start, I have always been a storyteller. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
There is a breed of artist in this world that is very quiet. You can find them in caves or dark forests, and if you poke them with a stick, they will flee in an instant. I am one of these. My ideas form like moss under stones. The air must be still—the wind, distant.
I write every day, and I also make time to scratch up a painting now and then. People like to romanticize creativity, but sometimes it feels like a curse. To be clear, I enjoy what I do very much; you could say I’m an art junkie. The problem is that it can be isolating and alienating. Though many enjoy art in all forms, it takes the right kind of person to carry on conversation with, and there are many who don’t understand it at all. It doesn’t help that I’d rather just let my work speak for itself as opposed to opening up about who I am, but the consequence is that there is no face to be seen behind my work. I’m a mere shadow behind a keyboard. Another “stranger who makes things,” as people would say with a concerned look.
But today I thought it would be a good time to turn that around. I’d sooner write a new story than talk about myself, but alas, I’m more than a shadow. And if you’re reading this, then it’s possible we have something in common. Maybe there’s good conversation to be had. This is a discussion as much as it’s a place to share what I’m working on—and I’m happy for the chance at discussion.
So aside from new stories and the like, you can expect something each Friday. I may talk about something that’s on my mind, answer questions (feel free to comment below if you have any,) and overall we’ll get the conversation started about what we enjoy: stories.
Be sure to follow this blog via email, so you’ll be notified when I tell the true story about the polaroid camera. It’s been years since it started happening, and this week I’ll be detailing what happened—in full.
In the meantime, how many of you out there make stuff? Tell me about it in the comments, I’d love to have a look.