BLOGGING

I have had several blogs in my life.
For hobby, for diaries, for artistic culture, for poetry, to discuss ..
Some have had a good following, others have been completely snubbed.
However, they all died the moment parts of me completed their cycle.
From there I understood one thing.
Pass what you are.
Whether you put your voice in it or even just a keyboard.
There is a spirit in things that communicates beyond words; which cannot help being perceived when the content is consistent with the container, and vice versa.
Otherwise you can become whoever you want. You can study the techniques and adopt emulations, but you are left a lot emotionless and lifeless.
It is no coincidence that the least durable blogs have always been those in which I did not write on instinct. I didn't follow my nature.
And this applies to everything.
Career, relationships, friendship.
Sooner or later the body lets you know if you are doing everything wrong, and if you are careful you know how to understand when to get back in the office.
It is from the dawn of time that the Sages repeat one and only teaching in different words or doctrines: know yourself, give birth to yourself.
Don't fight. Not processed. Don't pretend.
But, know who you are.
Because if you're looking for joy, if you want to deal with freedom, authentically do what you do, that's where you have to be.
In total honesty of yourself.

I HAD ANOTHER BLOG

I thank you for your closeness and your support. I believe that our freedom will never go back to the way it was before and that now we are the only ones left who know what it is. I see people very happy to be slaves. I see that everyone watches TV and believes in the mass media, they are manipulated and diverted. The dark mind is now mush. I am very sad and in the past I was an artist but now I am dying. I had an art blog with my paintings, I didn’t sell anything, I gave them away. I said that if nobody wanted them I would burn them. I have no real friends here, I didn’t know who to give them to. I wanted to leave them on the street but there was the covid and they would have thrown them away. I said I was missing, that I would burn them, and nobody told me anything. Nobody cared about what I created. I studied art in London, I refused recommendations, I refused a career. I regretted it. One day I wrote to a psychologist who had an association, I told him: “I give you my paintings, they are 50, you sell them and use the money for sick children”. Do you know what he answered me? “You are not famous, you do not get anything out of your paintings.” I regret having rejected my career. And so I burned all my paintings. My artistic blog no longer exists and there are few paintings left in my attic, eaten by mice.
I had a blog with 3000 followers. I said very interesting and important things but people weren't there. There were a lot of them but none of them spoke. I was really disappointed. I wrote very important things but somehow there was no dialogue between them and me. This made me very sad and one day I deleted everything, I deleted the entire blog. These 3,000 people got lost. I don't know if they still exist, I don't know if they looked for me, because I also changed my nickname because I wanted to close with the past, I wanted a new page in my life. But I believe that past has remained and always remains glued to me like a dark shadow.
I was very sorry to close that blog but maybe people didn't expect a woman to talk about certain things. I didn't talk about nails and I didn't talk about actors, not even about cooking, or about many other subjects that women love. I don't regret what I did but a piece of my life has been lost, destroyed, erased.

THE CONDITION OF ARTISTS IN ITALY

I am an Italian artist and also an art therapist. In my country, Italy, so full of art, we artists are seen as useless people. However, we have some nice things. But our economic value is zero. We are a nullity to this company. I had an art blog and I deleted it. I had a poetry blog and I deleted it. Poetry and art are considered useless things in my country. If you produce you exist but if you don’t produce you don’t exist. It is really sad but now this is the situation.

I DELETED MY BLOG

I deleted my blog, with 2300 followers, because the dialogue was over. Because writing in English I wanted to reach more people and I couldn’t do it by having an Italian blog. Now here I say everything I think, as a woman, as an artist, as a professional. I want to express every part of me, tell about me, my life, and my thoughts. I don’t care that I have lost so many followers, this is not important, but it is the essence that we explain that survives. Anything could happen to us every day and I want to fix my existence here.

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