The Art of Perception

You’ve entered the extrovert’s gambit…now what?

I have always been a self-proclaimed introvert, ever since I could form words, and subsequently conceal them under the guise of social convention. Thus, the written word became my greatest ally. When the cat harbors the tongue, writing aids in its lexical liberation. It’s why I fell head over heels for my vocation. Now, as I stand on the precipice of the industry, I am impeded by my internal crux - “perception”. 

To make a name is to be known. To intuit meaning from a medium as quintessentially complex as literature, one must gaze upon the artist to bind the reader’s understanding. Creative works cannot exist alone in an eco-chamber. It needs the artist as its champion, confidant, and collaborator capable of picking up where it inevitably leaves off. You wouldn’t fathom leaving your child at the gates of their pre-school - fending their first day jitters alone while you cower in a corner. So why would you subject the spawn of your ingenuity to that same fate? Art necessitates risk both within the context of idea as well as identity.

I must don the visage of somebody competent enough to confidently promote her work, all the while reconciling the embryonic pains of perception. While it will be challenging, I look forward to the ways in which it will augment the mental parameters I have subliminally set for myself and witness how I will grow, not only as a creative but as an individual. The human experience paints the subtly gray hues of our narrative, and I look forward to seeing how this enriches my palette.