An actor, a singer-songwriter, a writer, and many other -ers: photographer, graphic designer, filmmaker….? Notice that all those -ers have one thing in common: they all relate to art & expression. The order doesn’t really matter, they’re all part of me. 

So, asking me why is like asking why do you breathe? Nobody asks that question. We know that breathing is the only way to survive. Well, there you go: I have to act, I have to sing, I have to write… to survive, I can’t live otherwise, that’s the air to my lungs, that’s that thing that makes my heart beat.

What if I stop doing it? --------------------------------- flat line. 

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I am an artist, because that is the only way I can feel that I exist.

 

I am an artist, because that is the only way I can feel that I exist.

I am an artist, because that is the only way I can feel some sort of bliss.

I am an artist, because that’s the only way I can live in peace.

To say that I was born to be an artist might sound pretentious, but I was raised by a single mother... an absent father I met later, when I was 9, and who vanished a second time from my life when I turned 18 (I think he likes multiples of 9s). It did create a dark and heavy context, but also a CHOICE:

I could go South, figuratively [or literally, I was born and raised in the South of France, Marseilles] and drown in my pain and dwell in my scars,

OR… I could turn my experience into songs, stories & screenplays, and make it my well of inspiration. 

“Papa M’aime Pas” (translate: Daddy doesn’t love me) was the title of my first single released with Universal Music France. [In French, it sounds much more musical and percussive (pronounce Pa-Pa-Mem-Pa).]

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We have unwillingly been programmed by the absence of our fathers to feel unworthy, not enough and unlovable.

 

I did a whole bunch of other things that are listed in my bio, in the WHO section, things that one could qualify as successful milestones (I, personally, don’t consider success as being a hit or awards (and I’d love to discuss in a deeper conversation about what success really is, but for a bio and on a website, you sort of need to highlight those #1s… and big names to give you that clout and credit, right? So, that’s checked off. And, by the way, you’ll also notice that the bio is written in the 3rd person (that’s how it works in the business, to make journalists' lives easier ;)))). All parenthesis closed, before I dropped all those names and highlights, I wanted to share that personal story (and I have a lot more in stock as far as stories, for example, how I became a singer by accident… but those stories will find more room soon on my blog of chronicles).

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Every time I create, I WIN.

 

I just hope I can inspire everyone like me, with a mommy but no daddy, (or vice versa). It seems that we have unwillingly been programmed by the absence of our fathers to feel unworthy, not enough and unlovable. It is like a poisonus thought and feeling, it feels like a terrible drug addiction. It is a daily battle that resets every morning. I may fail sometimes, but every day I rise and go to my computer, my colored pens, my mic or my sides, every time I act, sing or write, every time I turn my reality into a form of art, every single time I create, I WIN. So let’s win together. Let’s remind ourselves (not our fathers, but ourselves) that WE ARE WORTHY, WE ARE ENOUGH & WE ARE LOVABLE.

 

Below are some example of things I did, I’m proud of, and hope that can give you a kick, a spark of inspiration to BE & FEEL WORTHY.

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