Writers write. Lovers love.
But for many writers there is a momentous realization when you combine these things. It becomes a lust for language.
According to the bible, love is “a strong or constant affection.”
Lust, however, has a more instinctual basis. Lust feeds a basic need, and drives the sinner to indulge in his or her poison of choice.
To Peter Selgin, his lust for life manages to feed and fuel his lust for writing. He sees everything through sensuous seconds frozen in time, even from a young age. When his Kindergarten teacher exchanged a kiss on his cheek for one of his first paintings, his mind was set: art is the consummation of romance.
Selgin turned from visual art and came face to face with words in such an intimate way that he now works to explore the flaws in his writing for the sake of enjoying the full scope of its possibility. He admits that he sometimes can be distracted by the shroud of the muse; pretty words on paper. But he knows that the true beauty of a subject lies in its naked form. Fiction, he says, is the most honest form of human expression.
For many years he achieved that honesty primarily through fiction. It wasn’t until the late 2000’s that he discovered that intimacy can also be achieved through exposing himself directly; something that he does so tactfully and with such honesty that the audience can be both appalled and empathetic to private events he reveals in his nonfiction and memoirs.
He draws influence from people: from himself, from those around him, and how the environment rules those that inhabit it. He notices, remembers, relishes the romance that washes his writing in watercolors or charcoal or whatever hues he wishes to cast.
Romantic relationships and questions regarding faithfulness and sexuality arise in much of his writing. Because, I think, in the end it’s something that we can all understand. Love of ourselves, love of others, love of our surroundings: the presence or absence of it fills us all with something worth exploring. Something worth the pain, the puzzlement, and the piecing together of a masterpiece.