/əˈblēk/

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  I've spent years wanting to do something and not knowing what that something is. Well, that's not entirely true. I want to be roaming Italy on an endless quest to find myself, reading fiction on the beach by day and making regrettable decisions by night. But, a nepo baby I am not, so I've remained on the other side of the tracks, making resolutions I never follow and crafting plans I never pursue. 

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Until now. I don't know if midlife crisis took root or the hundreds of dollars spent on therapy kicked in, but I decided to stop overthinking and build a space place or world where I could express my my eclectic interests could safetly come out and play. I liked the name Oblique before I fully understood what it meant. When Merriam defined it as, "neither parallel nor at a right angle to a specified or implied line; indirect", I knew that was it. It was the perfect poetic way of saying, I don't really know but I like everything so I'm winging it. It solved the very cause of my creative apprehension. I never pulled the trigger because I couldn't decide my "calling". As it turns out, my direction is actually quite directionless: moments that move me, items that thrill me, thoughts that haunt me, people who inspire me. It can all exist, here. For me, Oblique is more than a public expression of my eclectic mind archive. It's the surgical tool I needed to rip me from my couch and toss me into the world. I don't yet know where I'll land, but you're invited to free-fall with me. 

 

H​ere's to finally doing... something.

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