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What I’ve learned about myself as a writer

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My writing never needed anyone. That is a lesson I’ve had to learn. Of course it needs & deserves to be read by those who appreciate it, by an audience which wants to understand & care about what I make. However, I always thought I needed someone in my life to care about it. I have felt that with my drawings & illustrations as well.

In the past year or so, I’ve come to realize that only I need my writing & drawing for them to deserve to exist.

I have continued always to make work when I can because I have needed & always need creativity in my life for my well-being. In terms of audience, I follow the tenet that making art which you wish to engage with in the world is what we do, need to do. & this I truly believe in; especially in terms of the socially conscious aspect, this will be eternally necessary. You want people to get something out of the work you release, to benefit from it in some way. I very much want that.

What I’ve learned about myself is that in order to get to that work, I need to focus on making stuff for me, enough of it, which may or may not make it out there.

Different than the squirreling creations away as I have done, it’s more about being really present in constructing a process for my work which transcends my insecurities, doubts & my centring lack versus plentiful expression.

Nothing taught me this more than coming to terms with the tension between access & production in a world which doesn’t place adequate value on artists’ labour.

While I value art to such a degree it’s very difficult to put into words, I like many cultural producers, have had to face these contradictions by simultaneously addressing them within ourselves, as well as in the world. Like I had to learn to value my whole person as an artist as much as I value art itself.

Art is a gift I give myself every day. I do that by thinking about what I’m missing & asking myself what do we need to be immersed in artistically to survive & feel connected in this world?

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Note: I was going to make this part of my series on the writing process. But it felt very personal, a reflection of what I’ve been through in the past year in general & as a writer. So I thought I’d post it as a musing. Also to encourage you to love & nourish your art self.

💜 nrk

What if I can’t?

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Good evening from here dear blogosphere. A little poem of affirmation to remind us that we are doing everything & we deserve rest too. 💜💜💜

Sometimes

When I’m tired

As I am now

I question

Everything

About me

I then remind myself

As gently as I can

As long as I rest

As I am now

I can always

Resume

My incremental

Trajectory

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Body

From a loose
colouring book page Colouring by nrk

My body

Broken to some

To me

It’s my whole

& only beautiful place

Within this universe

In such vast existence

Biodiversity

Need be

Cherished

Why should bodies

Be hiding

Behind norms

Which

Distill

Disdain

Human

Experience

Disdain

Disability

We exist

We are made

We are told

We choose

We survive

We are here

We know

Who we are

Disability

Is not wrong

That is all