Going by Gale is super important about me. About 4 years ago I started using it as my GIVEN NAME, shedding my childhood name, and letting friends call me by more than just my internet username, Kurr.
Gale Anderson. I love the ring of it, how it sounds like two feet spread in a strong stance, leaning forward into the wind with a very small but determined smile. Its perfect. With this name it was the first time an art teacher/professor complimented my intense inky gore art—whereas a previous teacher had once, in these exact words, sneered at a personal animation I did and asked “do you have a mental problem??” [and yes, but my ptsd, autism, and the fact that my first memory is getting my face ripped off and over 100 stitches to fix arent “problems” they’re unique memories and experiences that make me who I am, that fueled my interest in “darker” artistic expressions]—no with the name GALE an art professor in college watched me paint one day, silently by my side and the piped up “When you paint you’re a beautiful violent hurricane” and it was one of the most beautiful compliments I’ve ever received in reference to my art. Gale, the Hurricane Girl. The sweet nice girl nicknamed LITTLE HURRICANE whenever I started to paint again, because my passion and interest was recognized. I have never experienced such a wonderful compliment to my name and my memories and where I came from, and a true acknowledgement to how I express those parts of me as I do.
Being Gale is so important to me. Closer than birth and child names, Gale where I think of sweet old ladies with tea and Turkish coffee on delicate doilies of intricate lace. Floral patterned couches and wispy hair. Soft gentle Gales, and swirling smatterings of ink and storm Gales, two sides of me that I both express and am, and want to BE even more perfectly.
Gale has BECOME my name, who I am and wish to be as I grow old. Its a name I’m going to keep on my heart forever. I name that’s NEVER been whispered by my once and former abusers, a name that even if I’m hurt in the future with while bearing, will not be able to have its full capacity grasped. Such good strong and powerful things about this name that can never be stolen from me.
As a result though, having fully encompassed and made Gale my real first given name, I have been exploring the idea of having an artist/internet moniker again. Kurr I still love, but slated to my baphometself/sona specifically, so it could have a name to the face. Slowly but surely, I’ve been using the username MERCURY TEETH on and off places, to become my official art brand—-and that’s a whole other post to make about the symbolism in that for me, all important and dreamy and good—-but because of that…my art name, my art nickname, I’ve been thinking of Merc, or Murky specifically. One of my soulcolors I havent expressed openly yet!! The lavender-grey of dusk and dawn. The smell of swamps and cellars with dirt floors. The rich earth under rotting autumn leaves. The quieter colors of the sky, the happy-dark, the Virgo in my heart and under my feet. Sorting emotions and being autistic and thought-confused until I can sit down and process everything—but being calmer, happier, and wiser for it. A trans-femme, intersex and in the middle. Admitting not everything is black and white.
I am Gale Anderson, the artist who now also wishes to be known as the alias… Murky. c: