There are often times I wonder if I should write about “happier” things. Besides the fact that I find that concept absolute bullshit, it does make me wonder. When you write, there's sometimes the inevitable little voice that asks “but what will they think of this?”. By they, it means you, the reader. I could say I don't care, but I am human and a social being so of course to some extent I do. My work, however, is personal and true. My views and experiences individual and bold. My existence unique. My thoughts vivid. My words messy, untamed, raw. There are some things in life where it's best not to compromise, my art and my voice are those things. I firmly believe personal experiences, for everyone, should not be compromised as painful or beautiful as they may be. I write about everything that creates a spark in my brain or a fire in my heart. Some are true, others are false, many are anecdotes and somewhere in the world people relate to these very scribbled words. It's a sense of empowerment and connection (I guess) cause I went through high school thinking I must be the only black girl with depression and such “dark” thoughts. I genuinely believed there was something wrong with me. I was labelled the black emo girl, or the girl who was influenced by too much rock music or my personal favourite “oreo”. So there are times I wonder if I should write about “happier” things. But then I'm reminded why I think that concept is absolute bullshit.
Self Portrait, Jan 2017.