“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” Anais Nin. February 21, 1903 – January 14, 1977.
What’s up with the name of my blog? Well, unless you are a fan of Anais Nin you will not get it. So, I thought I would shed some light on my strange title – just for the record.
I discovered the writings of Anais Nin at twenty something and instantly fell in love with her. Her writings, albeit brief, with the exception of her diaries touched and move me. Her writing is lyrical, incredibly descriptive and emotionally captivating. She continues to inspire women and artists to this day because of her uniqueness and fearlessness. In true survivor spirit she triumphed over her struggles. That she was a forerunner of feminism, a passionate, struggling artist and a legendary seductress who lived life with pure hedonistic abandon was fascinating and inspirational to me. Her appetite for life without boundaries was huge and her childhood was a dark, shadowy place that she sought relief from through her writing. That makes perfect sense to me.
I, too, am thirsty for the marvelous. My spirit yearns for escape from the mundane and finds refuge in the artistic light of creation. I love art, written, verbal, visual and auditory. Through art, I feel connected to the collective consciousness of the human condition which regardless of time, geography, status, culture or religion is at its foundation incredibly similar. I wish to live a life filled with experiences that transcend the ordinary and hopefully glean wisdom, grow in breadth of spirit and intellect as a result. I resolved long ago not to shy away from experience but to attempt to delve in headfirst for the sheer joy of what could be learned. This has resulted in heart breaks, unseen scars and unexpected joys which I will carry with me always. At the very least, it has minimized my regrets and that, I find, is worth everything.
“And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” Anais Nin.
Go to http://web.mac.com/retrofocus/art/anaisnin.html to learn more about her.