I find myself in a quandary. My life as an artist has been difficult. Surrounded by those who are not like me, it is inevitable that I would be misunderstood at some point. Living with those who are commanded to "judge not," I find myself judged regularly. Wanting mostly to please God, my motives are dissected and questioned on a regular basis. I have been found guilty and lacking in the eyes of men. I have been attacked and I have been abused. I suppose some times it is justified; often times it is not.
The sum of who I am today is derived from the roads I have walked. As an actress and a writer, there is no way to separate myself today from what I have walked through yesterday. And herein lies the quandary: how do I express myself artistically, yet anonymously? There are those who do not understand my need to express myself, and any hint of personal experience results in anger. Yet as an artist, this is my essence, the core of who I am. And just because you are reading what I have written, how can you assume what I write is about you?
Perhaps as I mature I will come to that place of confident art. Until then, I beg forgiveness.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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