My name is Metha i Lida.
I have always been fascinated by people. Mostly what people don’t communicate with their mouths, but express in other ways. What we do. Why we do it. What happens when a pencil meets paper. What we write down and hide, in stead of talking about it. What we unknowingly communicate through body language. What our eyes are screaming out when we try to say something that isn’t true. What lies inside of us, and desperately tries to come out, but that we, for many different reasons, don’t feel like we can share.
Through my teens and in the beginning of my twenties, I struggled with mental health issues. Silently. I did not feel that I could share with anyone how I felt, or what I was thinking about, because it didn’t match up with who everyone thought that I was, and I didn’t want to be seen as something different. Because that’s what we’re all afraid of, when we get down to it, isn’t it? Not fitting in? Being rejected? But what I have learned from being very open the past few years is that there is no perfect human – and that is what is so perfect about humanity!
We all have days where we just want to go to bed at four o’clock in the afternoon, so the day can be over already. We all have hurtful thoughts about ourselves, and of others. We are all afraid that we are not good enough. We are all afraid to tell someone the truth when we are not doing OK, because we don’t want to come across as whiney, or that someone won’t like us anymore. But none of us are perfect, and that is exactly what makes us perfect, just as we are.
The art I make isn’t perfect either. Not even close. And I am painfully aware. I am not Rembrandt. I don’t have an art education. All of the techniques I use, I have learned from great people on YouTube, or improvised myself. I don’t drink wine for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I don’t go on inspiration trips to Italy. I am Metha. I paint what I want, when I want to paint it. I often paint a dozen different things at the same time, mostly because the inspiration for different paintings come at different times. And when I don’t paint, I write. Sometimes I just write down whatever is going round and round in my head, and sometimes I write of fantasy, alternate realities, because I want and need an escape.
I think a lot. I am messy. I have low self confidence in myself as a person, and as an artist. (I still get a knot in my stomach just calling myself that, but I am trying to get used to it.) But I love to paint. And I love to write. I love getting to know people’s stories. Find out who they are, and what or who in their lives made them who they are. So I will keep being me, and I will keep painting, and keep writing, and keep taking photographs. Because that is me. And you are very welcome to take a look at my art if you want, and share your opinions, whether good or bad.
Right now I live in a small town in Norway, where I work part-time as an assistant to medical researchers, and then I paint and write. In the fall I am going to study, and hopefully this time, graduate! With a bachelor’s degree in social work.
If you have any questions, or just want to talk, please do not hesitate to contact me. I love getting to know new people!