I'm not a conventional writer. In fact, I didn't grow up writing, thinking about writing, or even envisioning myself as a writer. It wasn't until my mid-teens that I picked up a novel, the first medium that captured my love for storytelling. Before that, I dabbled in poetry, though I didn't fully realise I was engaging in writing; I merely used it as an outlet for my emotions. It wasn't until 2020, during a time of unprecedented global reflection, that the idea of being a writer truly took root in my mind.
Poetry served as my journal, a way to document the emotions that plagued me both present and past. As I discovered its therapeutic benefits in combating my inner demons, it became a constant in my life. During the lockdown, I began to translate the fragments of the vivid, imaginative reality dancing in my head into words. Sure, I faced challenges, but those fleeting moments when words flowed from me like a running stream were pure bliss until they hit the brick wall of my imperfections and inexperience.
With time, I fell deeply in love with the power of storytelling. My current obsessions, from the novels I devour to the films that inspire me, the poetry I pen, and even the fashion, music, and culture I appreciate, all fuel my desire to tell stories. Whether it's through abstract drawings, capturing random moments in photographs, or exploring the graphical styling of life in all its various forms, storytelling has become integral to who I am.
My dreams have transcended my basic talents. They've evolved from simple aims to profound aspirations, shaping my current opportunities while also becoming a reflection of my constraints stemming from childhood trauma, family background, intellectual capabilities, and my myriad interests.
While my life has evolved beyond my experiences, I find myself grappling with the challenge of internal struggles. I've grown in mind in ways my body hasn't yet revealed, and my spirit hasn't fully embraced. Despite my progress, I often find myself attempting to piece together all the facets of my identity, yet I repeatedly confront that elusive wall impeding my progress.
Today, I embrace my roles as a creative writer, visual artist, and even a budding creative director. I acknowledge that I'm still learning. Every film I watch, book I read, song I listen to, and style I explore contributes to my evolution. I've identified various topics that resonate with me, especially those surrounding the experiences of women.
Though I haven't lived long enough to fully understand what it means to be a woman, I still see myself as a little girl, learning to nurture and care for myself. I take slow, cautious steps toward independence, often faltering along the way. However, every day, I strive to love myself better, make choices aligned with my values, and embrace the things that matter most to me.
This blog is my blank canvas, a space where I can paint my opinions, perceptions, interests, highs and lows, aspirations, dreams, and art. It will showcase everything that constitutes me, everything that defines Image Silvia.
Welcome to my journey. I'm excited to share it with you.
โ Drawing and Article by Silvia E. Aleogho