There is no audience,there is no stage but the passion and excitement is twice the same. Backstage is where the true artist lives,away from prying eyes and judgemental airs. A place where mistakes beget brillance and not shame or ridicule.
Where an artist thrives on his raw enthusiasm for his work and buoyed by mixed joy of acceptance and the risk of losing it all. He occupies a different mental space,a place inpenetratable by compliment or critique because it is the place where his conscience speaks.
The place where the world cannot barge in and soil with the stickiness of doubt. Backstage, is the place where the true artist lives where nothing matters but executing the job at hand.There is no yesterday or a moment beyond the NOW.
Nothing exists,nothing persists,nothing stands between that moment,that chance,that oppurtunity. There is a powerful energy,a palpable magic that flows…effortlessly…It is a light that shines out of the artist in quick bursts one brighter and stronger than the next. A light that shines so brightly that it illuminates everything with its purity.
Backstage there is no audience to impress,no stage to occupy, no self-doubt to erase,there is only a Truth that is undeniable,a feeling so serene,a pocket full of sunshine…Backstage is where the true artist lives.