I was born the "Day of Uncompromising Vision." This is a good thing when you consider art, not so good when you consider life. Why these two pictures? Because they are two artists I admire, who like me, were born on the day which allows us to see the world through unyielding, undeniable, and sometimes unbearably sorrowful eyes. Vincent van Gogh, artist, missionary, madman who shot himself in a cornfield. And Anna Sewell, author, injured as a child and confined to her house as an invalid, wrote Black Beauty, only to die 5 months later from Hepatitis. Both saw the world and both interpreted it very differently....as we all do, yet many, too many, think that their interpretation is the only correct one.
Why do I write? Why do you write? Why do you open your mouth and breathe out ideas? Because you want to be heard. Because you want someone, anyone, to see inside ... to know that you exist ... to know that you bleed.
What is this all about? This thing we call life? Were we created to simply control? Some think yes. Some think: He who dies with the most toys wins .... Which sadly, toys, to them, includes people. I for one am not someone that can be collected and controlled, and if you have read Black Beauty, or looked at the pictures Vincent van Gogh painted ... you might agree, that they, like me, or even you...would say: I am a human being, I am not a toy to be collected and controlled. I feel, I speak, I breathe, and I want to live!
I write to share my view of the world, my vision, and my soul. I write because I understand that it is only through understanding others that we can truly unite this world and free all of her people so that they may no longer live in fear, in isolation, in utter trepidation that someone will come and take them away the moment they open their mouths and say: NO! So today, I invite you into my world and I thank you for joining me, and listening to what it is I have to say.
I am in the process of writing five novella's, each one with a hidden idea, a hidden truth. The first:The Fool of Death, is a wake up call, a cry, a shout, a terrifying scream I hear from the youth of this nation. Do you hear it? Do you see their pain, their fears? Each Novella will be unique, stand-alone's if you will, and as I write, and hopefully as you read, we can make this journey together, and maybe, just maybe, someone out there, alone, trapped inside a dying light, will be able to claw themselves out of the darkness and understand we are not alone, we are human, and we all deserve a chance to live and dream.
Thanks for joining me. XO Elicia Clegg.
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