thanks Ria

In speaking to Ria today I am struck by the issue of risk.

risk…

risk..

risk.

The kinds of risks that you take, as a performer, an artist, as a human, as a man, as being well Asian. All of these things are knotted together, and yet I expected them to work separately. Resulting in the gap between my life as a PhD student and my work as an artist. I now work on closing the gap.

But what risks  am i willing to take as an artist:

The risk of getting it wrong
The risk of being shit
The risk of discomfort
The risk of sleeping on peoples floors
The risk of not making friend
The risk of social awkwardness
The risk of being poor
The risk of being lonely
The risk of indecision
The risk of obscurity

My PhD has be devoid of risks. I have played it safe. Stayed at home, worked on my own, isolating myself. And as a result I have suffered. Here’s to risk.