Mayo 20, 205. My forties as a U.S. citizen have prompted me to ponder many ideas over the past couple of months, ranging from existence to appearances and beyond. One day, I realized that my life has been remarkably lived in chunks of decades. From what I can remember and what I’ve consciously acknowledged, my twenties felt like being a zen cookie—half tumultuous and half empty, yet relieved. I could elaborate on everything that happened during that time, but I won’t, at least not in writing.
In my thirties I felt very European: I became Canadian. My vision began to expand into various areas of my life. During that decade, I earned two diplomas from art school and started to develop a language for what I wanted to express as an artist through my own biography. Early this morning, 0521205. I realized that I still have the mind of a kid, that I could fly. and multiply into many characters, this while seating in front of my computer. I thought, when am I going to grow up? or is that even a question- I kept thinking; when am i going to realize that, there are certain things i cannot do, or over achieve.And some of those things, are meant to only exist in my mind- as thoughts to inspire me, and, are part of my fantasy. That is okay to have them, and not all of them need to come true. They are after all part of who i am, and not everything that is expected from me, need to be produced.
In my thirties I felt very European: I became Canadian. My vision began to expand into various areas of my life. During that decade, I earned two diplomas from art school and started to develop a language for what I wanted to express as an artist through my own biography. Early this morning, 0521205. I realized that I still have the mind of a kid, that I could fly. and multiply into many characters, this while seating in front of my computer. I thought, when am I going to grow up? or is that even a question- I kept thinking; when am i going to realize that, there are certain things i cannot do, or over achieve.And some of those things, are meant to only exist in my mind- as thoughts to inspire me, and, are part of my fantasy. That is okay to have them, and not all of them need to come true. They are after all part of who i am, and not everything that is expected from me, need to be produced.
