Halfway through the first, I realized it was getting a bit too personal and its proper place was in the journal I have yet to write in since late September. The second draft turned into a great essay idea for a parenting journal or magazine.
Before heading to bed last night, I read a tweet from comedian Ron Funches that said: “Am I still allowed to tweet about wrestling or am I supposed to remain terrified 24 hours a day. It’s difficult to know right now.”
This year’s events have wrecked my creative thought. Writing is labor most times, and my words are cinderblocks that I heave from my tongue. All that is to say, I have mangled many a blog draft and conversation these past few weeks trying to say something like it had to be magical.
Last month, after a hiatus from constant writing and freelance work, I realized that I am my own worst enemy. My drive and ambition get in the way of me taking time for myself. So does the need to produce and keep up and not be forgotten.
Brooklyn-based artist Kahealani infuses her art with the gorgeousness of her own spirit. There is a delicate care and decisiveness that goes into creating each piece. Her photography asks us to seek beauty in spaces that have largely been categorized as too urban or industrialized to evoke positive emotion. Her paintings beseech us to look inward and then put forth love into the world around us.