I am not governed by a foreign power; I am self-governed.
I am free from the influence, guidance, or control of others.
I am self-reliant – an independent mind that cannot be reigned in, subdued, repressed, shape-shifted to please the status quo.
I do not depend on someone else to decide whether or not, I can express my voice in the world.
I am not determined by fashion – not the next J.K. Rowling – not trying to write the next Fifty One Shades Of Lighter Grey.
I am not determined by the outcome of statistics or the result of a study, or the promise of a guaranteed 5,000 advance sales.
I am not watered down by the Party Whip, affiliated, or loyal to one particular brand or organization.
What am I?
I am an Independent Artist, Writer or Publisher who creates – simply because I can. I must. I will die if I don’t.
I am the artist starving in the garret. I cannot DO anything else but express the inner urgings of my vision. I am driven, living in wait for that one person to recognise just how good I really am. I crave recognition that will, for a moment, exalt the beauty that’s in me. Then I shall no longer need to hide for fear of derision or being left exposed, naked, vulnerable and alone.
But I will not falter if I never receive your acknowledgement. I will remain the bastard child and grow thin waiting for that which nourishes my soul – that patronage – able to stand against the tide and say, “I see you. I see what you are doing. It is to you we look for the new trend, the new adventure. You are the subversive voice that must always stay pure, that is shunned and feared, but only until your time comes, when you will shine like the sun in all its glory. Your work is untainted by the fickleness of the board (bored) room. You interfere with the syntax. You interrupt the narrative. You punctuate like a Jazz Drummer. You make me think, feel, wonder anew. At first, I doubted that you knew what you were doing. Then I saw it. You break the rules ~ because you can ~ because you have to. It is your destiny. Throughout time, you have been exiled from your community, country, family, home, culture. You think ahead of your time. You are a prophet. The rest of us are slow to catch up. So we are jealous, suspicious, cast you out, don’t want you to surge ahead and leave us behind. It takes someone who is equally as brilliant to see your brilliance.”
I am an independent artist.
I work hard every day and every night sending my voice out into the wilderness. I have exacting standards – am harder on myself than others could ever be. I choose this path. I choose my independence. I love breaking the rules and expressing the dictates of my soul. Will you see me? Can you?
Post written by metaphysical fiction author, Niamh Clune.
Orange Petals in a Storm is a healing story about a little girl – pure in heart – who learns to overcome the harshness and cruelty that surrounds her through the power of her creative imagination.
The Coming Of The Feminine Christ is a metaphysical work of non-fiction, based on a terrifying, prophetic vision.
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