It is fair to say there are days that seem to change everything as I look back to what I consider a most auspicious event. On this day in particular a very audible voice came through and asked me to ‘just look at what Redbubble had to offer. The feeling was more like a friend looking over my shoulder and gently taking my hand that had been hovering over the delete button away, thus giving me a moments respite and allowing me to think and process what this clear audible voice had been asking me to consider.
I went directly to the instructions on how to set up a homepage and also my image/icon and user name… Linaji . I was greeted with very clear and easy instructions on how to upload images. “Oh my goodness!”, I thought, “this is so easy!”. And off I went, pursuing something so different from what had been going on in the past few months. I was excited and felt a smile spread across my face as I gathered disk after disk (all over my room) containing all my images of the time spent in India.
The date was February 15th, 2008. I shall not forget this date I think… ever. I remember uploading these works… here is one:
My India Kali Man. I had so much fun that morning, I had forgotten how time could truly fly, and by the time Mid afternoon came round I was receiving comments from other artists who were telling me my work was wonderful. I believe the term ‘flying high’ is what I was experiencing. I felt so connected to my images and to this process developing between me and the other community members. It was almost instantaneous. I began to feel a respect for myself I had not felt in a long time. I started to talk to people via replies and what is called on this site, ‘bubblemail’. The joy I felt when commenting on their work had me in my element. It was so easy to see what others did well and to express to them how I felt about their work. The newness of feeling others tell me same came for the first time easier and understandable since I totally adored my experience in India and truly felt I had been good at capturing the essence of this land.
I started to ‘feel’ a break in this dismal sense of life I had been accepting and I moved towards a better sense of ‘who I was’. I could hardly wait to see my roommate. Now that was a first; for around this time of day before her arrival home from work, I would frantically start cleaning up my mess in the kitchen and the mess that was me. I would paste a smile on my face and have some story ready about me leaving the house to do this or that seeing him or her. Oh I became such a grand fake around 6pm. But today would be different.
Because I was.