When I say “the person behind me,” I do not mean this in the literal sense. It would be extremely unnerving and weird if a person was always behind me. And it would be even weirder for me to be telling you about it. Rather, I mean the person behind my existence.
Like me, the person who created me, a.k.a. Seema Shah, is a self-taught artist. I can’t tell you much about the time before she made me – I know a bit, but I’m fuzzy on the details. Apparently, there was this road she was traveling down for quite some time that led to this place she wanted to go. But then, rather abruptly, the road just ended – no fork, nothing. I think she lost a bunch of stuff then too. Some of it might have even been stolen. And I believe it was when she was searching for all her missing stuff that she found art.
She’s still working on replacing some of that lost stuff. She said something about looking for new meaning, purpose, and maybe a few other things – not sure though, as I stopped paying attention after a while because, well, that’s what I do when I’m bored. I remember what she said about me though. Turns out creating me was just a step on her creative journey. I told her that it’s rather insulting to be considered “just a step.” She says I’m taking her words out of context and that I’m actually very important to her. The truth is that she’s very important to me too. We have a connection that is hard to describe, so I’m not going to even try. Plus, I think it’s time to move on to me.