For years I have stared into the emptiness of my life, dreaming of being able to do what I love and make enough money to live a comfortable life. Unfortunately for me, my true passion is writing.
Growing up on ‘Nancy Drews’ and ‘Mills & Boons’ acquainted me with a world that most Grenadians believed to be worthless. In times of extreme boredom, my imagination took me to places of beauty ( much like my home), where I adopted the appearance of myths and enchanting creatures. I was always the hero and my stories always ended just like the fairytales, with a happy ever after. But as I got older, I began to believe our society’s naive notion that the arts ( and I speak about all forms of art) was, in fact, a career for dreamers and regrettably replaced my craft with something that would ensure a more stable career.
However, the problem with us ‘ dreamers’ is that we never stop dreaming. It is always there, whispering ideas and painting pictures of orange suns over the horizon. How do I ignore that? The answer is that I can’t. And neither can you. You can’t change your interest and your passion any more than a ‘one cent’ can change its face. Can you stand at a lake on a cool windy day, when the sun is high in the sky, reflecting in the still aqua water and not think about painting it or not wanting to share sweet songs of happiness to the other side? I can’t. I look at a lake and I see mermaids dancing underneath the surface, I see an ancient artefact, forgotten by the world, but with the power and ability to save us all from nature’s destruction. And I believe, it is my duty as an artist to share this with the world. It is my entitlement, it is our entitlement, to be true to ourselves, embrace the uniqueness of our creative minds and ” Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”.