This is the kind of text I regularly write to myself, as a mix of manifesto and helpful incentive to stick to my path while remaining gentle with myself. This is not set in stone as it only reflects the mood I was in while it emerged. I share it because it might also speak to creatives, pioneers, or people finding themselves atypical only because they don’t obey the capitalistic creative norms. We are the norms when we start to create the rules we want to follow; at least this is what I try to embody for my own creative, physical, mental health. A body and a voice that follow their rules are safer than the ones afraid of being divergent from the usual social codes. As creators, maybe especially working online or as artists, there can be so much pressure to be constantly present and productive. Only our deepest fibers know perfectly what’s need to be done, when rest is needed, when showing up feels aligned. This is a whole practice in itself.
Our Edges are Touching Everything (detail) 2026
I am consistent with life.
i am perfectly unable (or disabled?) to produce, or show, or tell, things for the outside according to a regular schedule.
i don’t follow any rule of so called consistency.
simply because i have no choice but to follow my body and mind rules;
so i am consistent with life,
with its ebbs and flows,
with my silence and my unpredictable desire to create ,
as i am consistent with following my voice.
i know i am alive and i feel my voice can talk to me from the very core of my soul
when i break up with the outer rules and just follow my own rhythm.
every rhythm can be consistent.
this world forgot about nuances, rhythms, and the complex beauty of it.
i am grateful i have chosen to be very picky about what i say, what i do, what i share, simply by devoting myself to my soul.
sometimes i forget and i rush, i fall into the trap. and then i get back to my own consistency.
this is it :