I am Ania Grient and Amizan is my home, my nest. I go by various names on the internet; Corbeau, Amizan shortened to Ami,
and Raven. 
This place will be like an artist’s studio. Maybe I’ll finish what has started within my head. Maybe.
The first thing which you’d probably notice, my reader, is that I am not a native speaker. I’ll make countless grammatical and spelling errors that will disturb the smooth reading of my thoughts, and for this I am apologising in advance. When I created this account, I had a great plan of writing only in my native tongue. But it’s hard, so hard. The English language is a perfect mask of safety, as I am used to calling it. When I write in the native language, I am a bare soul in a god’s hand.[a pretentious alert] Wild, tumultuous, rapid processes happen within the Self of my Being, and as much as I’d like to transfigure them into words, I can’t.[/pretentious alert] This is something I’ve got yet to learn…
The second thing you’d notice after having read a few of the entries here is that I probably am an art-historian. Yes, Art is my life. On the other hand, I don’t think there’s a single soul on the Internet that would not have Art listed as passion or one of the passions. The difference between my humble person and those other wonderful beings is that it’s not enough for me to be aesthetically moved by an object. I recovered from the XIXth century definition and perception of Art which practically made Art a soul and intellectual masturbation device…
What else am I? I am a never-to-be writer, a poetry attempter.. a soul made of mercury… And, of course, I am a Goth therefore I am full of self-irony and sarcasm, pretentious and theatrical…
What will you find in this place? Subjective short writings about Art and the History of Art – my personal musings on this subject; entries about my personal life as well as my poetic or literary attempts.
Now, let me finish this with the words from my Prologue entry…
It is said that first words of the prologue as well as the title determine whether reader reads the story or not. My story is many. It’s like kaleidoscope in a way, as you move it, the patterns and colours change. My story is ever form changing. But no, I don’t want it to be chaotic, no.
May it have some significance.
