Being 'me' doesn't mean I am one person. I am the person I'm showing you - the business woman in high heels, the friend exploring the city wearing Converse Chucks, the techno queen dancing in the laser lights, the yogi in baggy pants meditating, the sister and daughter sitting on the couch chatting about the future, the lover touching your heart and the artist carefully choosing the colours of my liking.
Black and White
I am black and I am white. I am yellow and I am blue. I am light and I am shadow. All my colours emerge inside of me, flood my soul, flow in my blood, explode in my core and mix in my heart. My colours do not fight with each other. My colours dance to the sound of life.
Don't mess with me, will you?
Don’t lie to me. Say it straight to my face. Don’t hide it, you don’t need to. I am a strong, independent woman – I can handle it, trust me. I may look vulnerable, and for sure I am. Yet, you can’t take me down, no one but myself can break me. The one thing you should remember: don’t mess with me.
Standing still, listening carefully, sensing something new. Should I let this new feeling take over? I am wary that it may dance tango with my values and take my beliefs on a wild rollercoaster. If I let it, will I fade away?
Staring into the mirror: who am I?
Observing my movement: what are my shadows?
Shaking my hair: where is the light?
Studying my presence: which colours suit me?
Assessing myself through the eyes of a painter: I can see an artist.
Inspired by the great Oscar Wilde
“Mere colour, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways."
Ginger, would you help me find my space, shape my medium, and recreate my voice again? Could you stay still for a moment, keep quiet for a while… would you mind? I am trying to keep a promise, you know… will you help me?
There it goes again, splashes of blue and brushes of pink. Purple, tapping on my shoulder: don’t you see me up there? A gentle reminder of what he used to say and no longer would. I am grinning at the inner voice and let it disrupt who I am and what I do.
Wandering through life with a light heart.
Walking up the hill effortlessly.
Walking down the hill with grace.
Wondering, has it been this easy all the time?
Inspired by the great Jimi Hendrix
"Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You got me blowin', blowin' my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?"
Sometimes my inner self is tapping on my shoulder, with a curious voice it asks me these critical questions about life, fulfilment and purpose. I reply in a confident, pragmatic, composed manner, reassuring myself that I have it all figured out. The inner voice would raise an eyebrow, leaving me with this nagging feeling that I haven't told the whole truth.
I'm waiting for you in the dark...
I never claimed to be only good. I have my dark sides, and so do you. Don’t claim to be only good. I know you have your dark sides, too. Your eyes show your disbelief, but let me tell you - I’m waiting in the dark for you.
Princess in your tower, won't you please come down?
I know you’re hiding, afraid of the world, but I promise to protect you.
Am I an artist?
Time’s up, 10 minutes are gone. Am I looking like an artist? The headband certainly helps.
Zsischt - the sound of a black lighter in the cold air.
Mmmwhhh – the inhale of a cigarette in the dark.
Whhuahh- the exhale of the smoke from my mouth.