The act of creation — it leads me to unknown places. Only to make me realize that all was known, always. And yet, I live every day with the hope that I’ll explore, create and grow into someone new. Because what’s life if not a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.
In this journey, music lives by my side. I find melody in my writing, and a lot of writing in my melodies. Sometimes, I hear songs in the bubbles of boiling tamarind water. Or in the stroke of red paint over the canvas. Or in the giggles of a child after a good joke. Tunes find their way even into my boredom, curiosity and the thoughts in between. And a rhythm taps into my sorrow, so it can take the leap to laughter.
Such is music. Such is life — yours and mine.
Hello!
Mere defenceOr weapons of offence I have them by my side because they exist in opulence.
I see no use of most of my pursuits that spin words around only to lift life off ground.
But then they are there, most of the time. in my mind or outside it. Disturbing a thought or distracting like an ink blot.
I wish i wasn't a woman of words and could reach out without a doubt with art and without a smart start.
