Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.
I read a magazine article the other day.
(Though sometimes, I don’t even know why I pick up glossies; since 89% I will look up from their artsy pages thirsting for culottes ((And I don’t even like culottes! but they were in the Spring issue and the model wearing them was striding down some urban landscape looking all mod and confident, so…)) and wanting to try some diet that involves cantaloupe-mango shots.)
It must be the pretty pictures.
(Advertisers are the devil.)
But, my recent perusal netted me this idea for a blog post, so there’s a positive.
I was scanning through the Essence Black Women in Hollywood issue and came across Lupita Nyong’o’s gorgeousness and an accompanying full page quote. I can only paraphrase now (since I was cheap and read the magazine in the store) but it was something about how Nyong’o never worried about being famous or well-paid, she was always just looking to get lost in good, meaty acting roles.
Lupita Nyong’o is a Piscean goddess who was probably birthed from a large seashell as King Poseidon and a host of black mermaids swam by singing in falsetto.
I bet the woman can heal the sick and communicate with cats.
My name is Hannah Eko: And I sometimes make art for all the wrong reasons.
I make art to get noticed. Barely caring that it will do Good or Inspire Others.