LOCKED IN OR LOCKED OUT ? - Thoughts on Artistic Identity
For the first time, I am scared of myself and not scared of anyone else. I say this neither with arrogance nor with false humility. Pretenses have peeled away, and the mirror has broken into a thousand splinters. I don't need different identities. What I am apart from a dancer or an artist was the one thing that kept haunting me subconsciously all these years. Who was I as a person ? Where did I stand when I wasn't dancing or drawing ? Where/how did people perceive this Radhika who stood ashore ? But a frightfully quickly maturing perception ( again, not arrogance or disguised humility) has taught me this - I don't need to be anything else apart from what I already am. It is more than enough to be a dancer or painter ( I am not referring to the physical actions of these mediums here). The dancer and artist is also the person. I couldn't slice them away. I don't need to slice them away, for all I will be left with then is emptiness and frustration at that empti