Welcome to Trust Fall, a newsletter about being more creative.
Specifically about a kind of self reflection interested in what amplifies the inner expressive life force and what puts its panties in a wad. This is a get free at all costs kind of joint, with words dished out like honey tonics meant to revive our road weary internet spirits. You and me both, my pal.
I have been on a perennial search for that mythic place on the internet where I can show up with the wild abandon and unhinged self-expression characteristic to the early aught days of livejournal and tumblr. What a wild west, what a no rules cowboy kind of playground. Very wide open spaces room to make a big mistake kind of energy.
These days, most internet platforms feel like a constrictive straight jacket to me as an artist. Social media has turned *creators* into round-the-clock content producers, milking us of raw creativity and coercing us to reduce inspiration into a saccharin-glossed content morsel to keep the masses fed. I don’t feel free or in charge. I feel pressure to keep up. Fuck that.
This space is an experiment otherwise. I write about what’s on my mind, and about what I sense is going on in the psyche of the collective right now. It’s personal, but I’m always thinking about the we, the all of us, and the energetic soup we are sloshing around in. I write to heal myself, to get clarity, and to offer up to you, dear reader, the foraged pearls of my underwater inner cave diving.
May this be a house of unbound inspiration. May this be a space co-conspiring towards more zest-of-life living, you feel me? May your creative fire burn off the bone-dry inner detritus of trying to survive these times. You’re here, I’m here and I’m real glad for that.
Big love to you,
🤍 Melissa