Fleeting glances flash like a photographer's bulb, bright and blinding, leaving a glint in your eye before fading back into the background. So many voices calling, chasing trends and laughter, desperate to be one to follow but not a leader, just ahead. Getting the first of, being the first to, grasping at digital feedback hearts and kissed that flick on and dwindle. Pushing always, vampire teeth claiming more lives to content creation. The collective total of failed artists and influencers would be staggering but useless against the tide continually trying to break through. Billions of voices saying I'm different but followed by those who relate, feeding into a likened mindset like a mother bird regurgitating to her young. Perhaps, a limitless database offers no favours, but neither would adjudication. Harness control of the creative and create uniformity and rebellion, alter the trajectory and spin the narrative of this red robed future…
Fame is a difficult one to discuss as my knowledge is only second hand. I began with the idea of the highs and lows as fleeting moments, but folded into fame being fleeting and competitive. How do you have a voice in a word whether everyone wants a voice? Being creative is a constant challenge to make yourself believe you're worth a voice. Most of my moments are me thinking another artists/creator is so amazing, not knowing how I'll ever get to that point. Instead of barrelling down that rabbit hole, I keep the content for me. I create it for myself with a trembling hope that someone will benefit from it too.