None of us is consistent– youth is about discovering, uncovering, recovering our self from others. And from ourselves. Coming to grip is coming of age; coming to your age.
A Morning Read
hitting twitter, I found a link with: “must read this” as intro. A click onto the comment section of instagram — an image of a low mountain range. appalachiana. the text was the following clip.
Going further into the person who wrote this, I hit her main page — the one with a picture or words about ‘self’ appears. She is there in blue dress on dark ground. Posed? Perched? located or dislocated; neither really.
Her word self, and her imaged self seamed straining. Don’t know if they are coming together, or moving apart.
it isn’t easy getting to a point where music and lyrics are one, and still yours.
back to my own work/ld.