I do not want you…

I do not want you to really know me.

To know all my secrets, to understand me fully. I want to be an enigma. Because this what is true me is mine.

Hidden.

Always thought so, but knew nothing about people who think like me. And got this article… see here… It is a wonderful story of a family. Connections. Memories, though not to show off… more like… for chosen ones.

“My daddy, story, memory, like memories, memory for us, and [he] make [the rock art] for the grandchildren, yeah. He said when I passed away, then my daughters will come around and maybe my granddaughter, and grandsons, great-great-grandchildren come and have look at […] rock art […] When they have kids, they can show them the painting.”
 
And you know what? I am looking differently on all those carvings. Seeing them, touching, rethinking… Maybe we really do not have to understand everything. Maybe not everything is for everyone… One of my research are based on stone carvings, symbols found on pottery and it all, somehow it all really matches, is combined together… carvings, paintings, stories…

I see them…

And I strongly understand why people want to hide them. Modern humans do not get it. So open with… internet, social media etc.
 
Somehow everyone wants to show off everything… maybe secrets could come back?
 
Things only for those we mattered the most…
 
So nope, I am not telling everything. It is the reason I create and destroy pieces. This is why I said NO to be published. I may change my mind, maybe, one day… though it is not today, not tomorrow… And not because I think I am so awesome, nope… only because I prefer to have something what is only mine…
 

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