A couple of days ago, I got a book in the mail. It’s new and shiny, hot off the presses. It has my name in it. And a photograph I took. It’s a book about feelings. A book that came from an extremely creative use of the Internet.
When I was originally approached to release my image and a few words for use in this book, I had never heard of the website. We Feel Fine. So I clicked the link so I could see exactly what this thing was that I had unknowingly become a part of. And what I found was more than worthy.
I am not a programmer, but I have always been an artist. When the Internet came around, became a household word, I think that somewhere in the back of my mind, I always wanted to see it work as a creative medium. You know, for more than porn. For me, it evolved simply into page design and blogging. Because I don’t speak code. At least not fluently. And in order to create something beautiful in a certain language, it’s best to know it well.
This website, and now the book, appeal so much to the artist in me. But beyond that, they speak to my humanity, as most artists aspire to do. They pull something real from life, from a lot of lives, something that connects you to millions of other people who are feeling something today, too.
I feel so proud to be a part of this book. Even if no one recognizes my photo or sees my name. I’m fortunate that those web crawlers found this blog and me. And though I have barely even begun to look through its pages, I am already thrilled with it and excited to spend some time reading through it over the next several weeks.