It´s curious how I´m often accused – backstabbing style; never face to face – of being “too full of myself”. Artists tend to be self-centered and it doesn´t take a genius to understand why. We create from our inner worlds; our art, whatever it may be, is based on our personal experiences and views of the world; the public is constantly looking at us, judging us, loving & hating us without even knowing us as human beings. That explains – just a bit – why artists are usually self-centered.
I dance, write, choreograph and speak about myself. Fair enough: self-centered. The question is: if, according to haters, I shouldn´t be full of myself, whom should I be full of? You? My next door neighbour? My students? The ghost of Virginia Woolf? Barack Obama? The lady that sells vegetables at the market? Jude Law? Wait a second…STOP the traffic. Maybe I must be full of Jude Law. Yeah…now we´re getting somewhere. Oh, Lord, let´s see if I can stop these tears from rolling down my face. I feel the love. Those sour folks who keep hating just because are actually friends who care about my
lust love life. Awww…I´m touched.
It´s funny how empty, dis-oriented people tend to get irritated by anyone who seems to have a life of their own, a life they happen to love. I don´t know how to be truthful if I speak, dance, teach or write through another person´s mouth, and truth is a prerogative of Art. I communicate what I know and that´s me and my vision of life. No, I´m not a vanity freak. Quite the opposite. I´m still an artist whose work is fed by my own life. Like it or not, that´s how it happens.
For the ones who keep wishing me to inhabit somebody else and, eventually, be full with that person, please contact Jude Law manager. I´m up for the change 😉