Reflections
A collection of thoughts on creativity, identity, and life.
Why am I?
The question is not "Why are they? The question is "Why am I?"
The Moment I Accepted Myself as an Artist
It happened in Utrecht, during my solo trip in the summer of 2025. Standing in the middle of the city centre, sketching an old cathedral while people rushed around me, I thought: "Maybe I am an artist indeed...?"
The question is not "Why are they?"
The question is "Why am I?"
Why am I here?
Why am I thinking they should be different?
Why am I thinking I should be different?
Why am I thinking I should be like them?
Why am I thinking that they are thinking I should be like them?
Why am I thinking this seems weird to them?
Why am I thinking that being weird is weird?
Why am I thinking that if I am different, I don't fit?
Why am I thinking that if I am different, I am not supposed to be here — or supposed to be somewhere else?
The question is "Why am I?"
Why am I here?
Why am I thinking they should be different?
Why am I thinking I should be different?
Why am I thinking I should be like them?
Why am I thinking that they are thinking I should be like them?
Why am I thinking this seems weird to them?
Why am I thinking that being weird is weird?
Why am I thinking that if I am different, I don't fit?
Why am I thinking that if I am different, I am not supposed to be here — or supposed to be somewhere else?
