When I made this site sometime in July, I didn't have a set plan for it. Making it came from the erratic side of my nature—I needed to scream, be seen, and be heard. I needed purpose and belonging. I needed my friends and family. I did not realize that the answer to these desires sat in my palms waiting patiently for me to glance down.
It was in my childhood bedroom that I started tinkering. What did I want this space to be? I didn't want to do anything that felt familiar, yet no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop gravitating to these quiet corners of myself. Each one revealed the drive behind my creative process over the years, revealing a series of truths:
When I love something, I love it fiercely and with intense detail. This is inspires poetic romanticism.
I have little desire to center myself as a subject in my work. My biography will have to settle for being a mosaic of thoughts and feelings.
I am a fanatic. My work is the product of my fanaticism—even the most intellectualized versions of it.
I have more to say than I willingly admit. Naturally, I struggle to say it and be heard. This fact does not stop the flood of words constantly spilling out of me.
I am not for everyone. This is not because I'm special, niche, or unappealing. I will learn to be okay with it.
love, fiada is a practice in this acceptance. It was made because I wanted to make something and I wanted you to see it. I have loved making this project with every part of me. I despise it so deeply it sets me on fire. I wish I never had to say goodbye to it.
Love,
Fiada
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