i was making dinner and this came to my mind:
"if i do what i do it is not to tell you what you should be doing, it is for you not to have to tell me one day that i haven't done what i was supposed to..."
anger came along with that actually.
when you get out of the secure illusion that non-action gives you, you have to face waves of opponents. they do not tell you not to be acting, but they absolutely need to tell you HOW.
my anger come from the fact that i want to scream: "what the fuck ?!!"
the reason why i chose to dedicate my life to art is because of the freedom of action it would give me and the responsibility that come along with it.
the reason why i know i can spend a lifetime doing it is because NO ONE (including myself) can predict that action and everybody (weither they want it or not) will have to deal with it.
that is the power of art: the power of freedom.
but then i wonder, what makes people think that you will even allow them to tell you how and if you should do your art. the ecstatic word came to my mouth instantly: FAME.
the only thing that can kill your art and all its purpose, even before it's out of you, is our hunger for fame. the fear of not having it.
that can transform a genius in a sale-out.
if i wanted to please people and tell them what they want to hear, the way they want to hear it, i would have become an advertising director in a big firm, and would have make a lot of money doing it.
but i am an artist, a dancer, little money and all, and that is why i deserve the sweet taste of my dear freedom.
so leave me the fuck alone with what you like and need to see, i'm gonna worry first on who i need to be and what im here to say!
and who knows, we might find that we agree on some things, but that can't be my problem neither yours.
thurst for freedom is greater than hunger for fame.
that is my last word.
bliss*Ca.Dé*
