Origins

I had a blog that I shared with a couple of friends when I was in secondary school. It was funny, popular, and I just wrote whatever shit I could come up with. It was authentically me, stuff that I'm proud to have created, no matter how whimsical it may seem now.

I still did the occasional post in university, but I think life got more and more serious. I stopped blogging, and kept private journals, whether in notebooks or notepad or in the cloud. I was never consistently organised.

When social media came along, I was lost. I still am. It's not that I was obsessed about my work or that I had no social life. I still hung out with friends and had my opinions when I'm with them, but when it came to "online", I had no voice except through my online business. I didn't have that much personality or passion except through my work. And gradually, that gets lost too because the art depends on the artist. There are so many possible paths and the art cannot choose on its own which path to take. The painter has to first live, and then paint.

With this blog, I want to reclaim my voice online. I want to rediscover the brashness and opiniated self that I believe lies half-dormant. I want to start creating again. Let this be the first. So yea, origins.