Dear reader,
First things first, thank you to all my friends, family, and handful of strangers that have interacted with this page since its inception about two months ago. In the past, I didn’t feel ready to share any of my writing because I thought my work wasn’t worth sharing. However, there has been a surge, with no signs of slowing, of manufactured content with all the appearance of art but lacking any human spirit (think Hannibal Lecter wearing another man’s face in The Silence of the Lambs). I believe that has changed our collective relationship with art and now, more than ever, it feels all too poignant to share and support one anther’s authentic artistic expression, with all its flaws and shortcomings.
I know I have been silent. But I have been working, just not the kind of work that can be readily shared. The life of any artist can feel very very lonely, as often the darkest feelings which have brought an artist to their creation are things that must be faced alone. And when the work is done, there is always a fear that no one else will understand it. But I’m learning to let my walls down, and that I don’t have to do it all alone. This blog is a community, and regardless what the end result of humanity’s newest obsession with playing God might be, our search for connection and meaning isn’t going anywhere, and that is infinitely more important than reaching an elusive status of perfection.
You have a new cronica to look forward to soon, and I’m sorry I haven’t shared anything sooner. Until then, may we continue to find meaning in the absurd, clarity in the darkness, and connection in the desolate condition of our beings.
With much love,
L. L.
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