Am I denying myself in terms of writing about fame?
Am I struggling with my self-perception in the context of fame? Today (I wrote this text on the 24th of January, 2024), I wondered whether I wrote the truth about my attitude towards broadly defined fames. I wrote many times I reject fame because it is a vain illusion. Still, I publish my texts. Moreover, I post my selfies. Doesn’t that mean that I am denying myself? Perhaps I do it. Some of you could say that I am inconsistent. Those people may be right. I do not know it. The truth is that I do not want to be a celebrity. If I were a famous person, it would be impossible to walk anonymously and take street photographs of Warsaw’s streets.
I write to share my knowledge, experience, and ideas with others.
I want to inspire other people and show them they can also create magnificent things, whether they make paintings, sculptures, movies, dance, etc. I do not expect anything from that. The truth is that I do not seek applause. I do not wait for the day when someone will discover me, and voila, I become a famous artist. I do not want such a scenario. I believe it would disrupt me from all my creative doing. Still, I advertise my activities by showing my face in many selfies I’ve already published.
If I did not search for fame, perhaps I should remain anonymous for many years, using my nickname, e.g., “Mazi,” and creating a blog entitled warsawstreetphotographer.com.
I think that by publishing my face and giving my real name, I simply want to make my blog more reliable. By doing it, I know I should write only the truth by myself (or at least hide unnecessary truth). If I were totally anonymous, I could write whatever I wanted, including millions of lies. That’s why I am not denying myself in terms of writing about fame, I believe.
