Interestingly, no one has ever said that to my writing. But come to think of it, I have been considering my interest in text and writing language in terms of making it as an artwork. I just completely forgot when she said that, even though I've already made some text work without noticing that I intended to do so, and still looking for ways of making it in my own voice. When somebody you tend to listen to saying something like that, it supports what you have thought of yourself.
"What is your relationship between you and your writing?" asked Shauna.
I didn't have a right answer. I've been writing and documenting consistently since my life in London. It was cold there, surrounded by perfect strangers, confused cultures, far away from the familiar and comfort zone.
I knew I can write well since I was studying Children's Literature in Thailand. It came out of me naturally. I always indited what I liked, which was about my experience and perception of this world as a teenage. At times I let words and Thai patterns of poems lead my exploration of the stories. It seemed that I knew what I liked to write, what to start and end with, I had that feeling.
While I lived alone in the Britain's capital, I wrote more than usual, partly because we students were required to do the learning journal. I kept writing when I went back home after the London's course. Though I was home and met friends, I became addicted in writing as it's my friend who I could share everything without constraints, unlike the actual friends. I wrote even when I was watching TV with my mother who saw me usually busy with my notebook. She joked at the airport when I brought it with me to Glasgow and couldn't pick it out due to the overweight luggage, that I would come back to be a writer.
I left my subject area, where surrounding people said I did well, to pursue art in this country. But it seemed that writing has always been with me. When I sit down anywhere with my notebook and pen, in a hectic lunchtime cafe or among socialising groups of people, I find a quiet and calm space for myself.
The question of relationship of me and my writing... probably I've already answered to myself along the years.