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27.1.1999
Why is it that when I'm sad, depressed or dying inside I suddenly get so creative? Why is it that happiness absorbs itself (and I absorb it) and makes me often less emotional in my artwork, while sadness can produce much beauty? And after a while I begin to like the feeling, begin to thrive in the sadness and misery, and get even more creative? Is it a subconscious way of getting rid of negative energy, of turning it into positive energy? Is it a way of healing? Or just pure rolling around in misery?
Why is it I like negative, mellow, sad and beautiful music when I'm a positive, bright person? Why is it I like the moon more than the sun? Why is it I still feel I belong in the light? And how come no one knows this other side in me? How come everyone thinks I'm always a happy bird, even if I was not?