I have a friend, who I internet stalked before I actually met him. You see, he is a photographer, an amazing photographer, and as I began to look for photographs he had taken I discovered he was a bit of an icon in the local photography community. Photographers here in Columbus collect photos of KLJ Francis, stealthily taking awesome pictures. It was while I volunteered helping artists at Via Colori that I first saw KLJ Francis “in real life” . Overwhelmed with excitement I took a picture of him and posted it to the group’s somewhat stalker-ish page. Months later, I would spot KLJ Francis again, while I volunteered at yet another arts festival, Independents’ Day. I walked up to KLJ and squealed “I don’t know you but I have a picture you!”. Oddly enough, I didn’t frighten him. He nodded and calmly replied “Okay” as if that was how all people greeted him.
We became friends and I admire him the way I admire many of my artistic friends. They see the world in a way I am incapable of, and strongly envy. They see beauty in ways I cannot, they see color in ways I have cannot imagine, they see points and angles in ways I cannot comprehend. I told KLJ Francis that I wished I was artistic like him. He told me that I am artistic in my own right, in that I have this blog. It was a huge compliment and one I don’t believe. Nonetheless, he inspired me to view my writing and others differently and I have him to thank for that.
In a much related noted it seems to be that I have now taken on the task of organizing a reading with other Latina bloggeras of the Midwest that have inspired me. I am looking forward to planning an evening in Chicago, this coming April, where we Latina writers share a piece or two of our writings. An evening, where I will be intellectually stimulated and granted a view into their world; where I might enjoy their perspective even if it is only for one night.