The last month has been one of reflection... a very introverted month among a sea of extrovert endeavors. The one thing that I learned early in my young journey as an artist... as a female artist in a male dominated field... as a coloured woman who conceived of thoughts outside the stereotyped norm of "black" culture... my existence is always on the fringes. And this gift for music for art, requires that I sacrifice my humanity for my art... Lucky for me, I never had to make the choice between my social life and art because various circumstances of perpetual rejection in this "modern culture" of which so many are obsessed, make it easy to delve into work.
To be an artist... to be a professional artist, is much more difficult and trying than many will ever understand. To go on tour, to live a life where work is part of the fibre of your being, and that your hours will never be normal... this is hard for many people to understand. You try to explain, but how can one build a bridge of words across abyss?
Being an artist, is not a choice; the muses choose you to channel creativity into the world. Destiny however, has but one path and there are consequences in fire for those attempt to deviate from the task that has been assigned to them in light.