I don’t know what has come over me lately, but it feels like I’m regaining a sense of my self, a sense of who I was. I’ve always been me, but something is different. I’m not entirely thrilled with the status quo anymore.
Before 2000, say, I always did something different, to stand apart from other people. I even made all of my own Hallowe’en costumes, for example. I wasn’t afraid to be different.
Between 2003 and 2007, all I wanted to do was blend in. I didn’t want anyone to pay attention to me. I only realize now how truly unhappy I was. I’m not sure if it has something to do with the work environment, but I think so. It’s very conformist.
I was born an artist, I have always been creative, and I will continue to be. I think some people are frightened by their own creative potential.
I might have temporarily misplaced some of me along the way, but I’m still all here….waiting for me to fall in love again.