The painter of anecdotes

My talents are fairly limited. I’m not particularly creative, and the few creative talents I do have, results more often than not in a mediocre output. The only real talent I have, although few would agree with me, is my aptness for capturing moments. From the exotic to the mundane, I have come to view myself as a painter of anecdotes.

My self-engineered stories often anchors in real life, having seen, met and observed people. More often than not it’s women that fascinates me. A certain kind of woman may be. The one trapped in a role, performed to perfection for society as audience. Yet her spirit tells another story, and seldom, so very seldom, does it betray her…like a slightest tremor before an earthquake. Those women, I do hail. The sensual, feminine yet androgynous creatures who knows no home, no rules, no savour.

My fascination borders on fear as those women have far eclipsed me, their crisp minds and bright souls coupled with extraordinary beauty only highlights my own insignificance and shortcomings. And so, I wish, I wish to be you…

Satie – Gnossienne no 4