Why Did You Write This?
It's been about five weeks since my book, "Letters to My Lover" was released. I am acquainted with most of the people who have read it up to this point. As most artists, I've been ravaged by curiosity and even insecurity as people view my art. I've never laid myself as bare as I did in this book. I have never been as transparent as I was in this project. As my family, friends, and acquaintances have picked up "Letters" they have not only taken the time to view my art, but to learn about who I used to be and who I am because of my past. A past I've never talked about. A past that hasn't been advertised or testified about-at least not publicly. I knew that everyone picking up my book (including my own mother) was in for some surprises when they started reading. I've felt like I was lying on a bed of nails awaiting their reactions. It's been a mixed review. Compliments on my writing style have been given freely. I appreciate those, as a...