I’ve always been a Serif type of person. Times New Roman to be exact but I find Spectral just as enchanting. It’s a consequence of my crippling fear of failure. We were penalized in school for using anything else, and thus I was indoctrinated. With the same severity I was forewarned about the Arts. I think it’s a common experience in childhood, parents only want what’s best for their children, children want what’s best for their future. Which if you’re like me (and you most certainly are) that future looks like the antithesis of my past. Priorities were ranked as such:
i. Security
ii. The self
And I lacked the self-assuredness and/or delusion many artists, I believe, must possess to create security from themselves. No, I’m nowhere brave enough to put my livelihood in a fountain pen. So here I am, now that the first thing has been taken care of. Slowly, I can pursue the self without fear.
I am the amalgamation and filtration of my environment. The same environment I’ve ignored for years— there were more pertinent things to focus on. And when the world around you is out of focus, there is nothing to write about. Even I get bored of myself writing about the same internal conflicts year after year. The world is fruitful, and it is a collaborative effort to notice the things that breathe life into that blood again. So, this is that. Field notes of my day-to-day accompanied by little videos I’ve made. Of course, I will only write when I am inspired, if nothing has caught my eye then there was nothing to make a field note about.
Whoever you are, if there is anyone there at all, I hope you feel a little bit inspired to pursue yourself as well.