My parents thought something was wrong when I was little. They’d just had an artist.
I experience life viscerally. Throughout my life, writing and piano have been my outlets for distilling my thoughts, for alchemizing experience into art. Most days I am a better pianist than a writer, but sometimes the words spill out brilliantly and beautifully, which makes me feel as though I’ve just discovered something very important. Maybe I have.
But usually, I revise my writing endlessly – sometimes years after a piece has been “finished.” I share this as a consolation for other writers, to say that I am as susceptible as anyone to feeling that the work is never done. I do not know where the finish line is.
My music tends to come out perfectly on the first go, but music has less rules than writing so I imagine that helps. I’m self-taught and cannot read notes yet feel more fluent in the language of the piano than any other way I might try to communicate.
Read my words here and listen to my music here.
I hope you like what I’ve made. We should all do what we love while we still can.
-Colette M.