It's something that just kind of happens - a piece of you being chipped off into your art - it seeps through the work even when you're not intending for it to. That is why it’s hard to let people see it and consume it. People now get to take something intimate of yours into their mouth (so far so good…) and chew on it (less fun). Maybe they’ll spit it out in disgust or worse yet, find it tasteless.
(Amusement) - Meanwhile, I cut myself open and let the drops of my essence form words on pages. Staining the pages until they're wet and dripping and saturated, unable to take more of me in for having been soaked through and through. Each piece of writing imperfectly capturing a portion of myself, but almost always capturing the most important elements I wanted to pin down. There is the illusion of volition in that, the illusion of some amount of intentionality at play, but since the best of me is captured in the moments of semi-fugue flow states and it feels like something coming through me being called to the page, I can resonate with the bit about it not always being under our control. Many a daydreaming wanderings have occured where I try to grasp at a mere fraction of what I felt and saw in such dazed states of deep playful imaginative immersions in other world and other states of being.
Catharsis. Filling the blank canvas or sheet of paper with visual imagery, words or even musical notes. There is something about our mind that needs to “finish” or “add” things when the eyes are presented with white. White has to reflect what we have absorbed within. It is a cumulative experience on the inside that is given shape, form, colors and words on the outside. And a lot of times we remain unaware of those things that lay dormant underneath the folds or hidden in a corner somewhere. And whoever sees/reads that inner world has reactions based on how they see and experience things. It isn’t an objective truth a person may find disturbing. It is the demon we have buried underneath the surface that shows chaotic reactions and discomfort when presented with light and put on a stage, front and center. But as long as art provokes reactions (be it soothing and pleasant or disturbing and causing discomfort) it means that the process is successful - both for the creator as well as the audience.
Mr. Nathan you always seem to be right on time with your wisdoms :D
Where I am in life right now im making my life itsself my "art". Beeing transparent with my thoughts, feelings and passions. Im scared about people seeing me but I am making it happen.
I know this is not exactly what the subject is but I wanted to say thanks nonetheless cause it resonated with me. In a great way it helps me get over my nervousness so I can transform it into excitement :D
Also you have a Great sence of humor and thank you for your thoughts :D
(Amusement) - Meanwhile, I cut myself open and let the drops of my essence form words on pages. Staining the pages until they're wet and dripping and saturated, unable to take more of me in for having been soaked through and through. Each piece of writing imperfectly capturing a portion of myself, but almost always capturing the most important elements I wanted to pin down. There is the illusion of volition in that, the illusion of some amount of intentionality at play, but since the best of me is captured in the moments of semi-fugue flow states and it feels like something coming through me being called to the page, I can resonate with the bit about it not always being under our control. Many a daydreaming wanderings have occured where I try to grasp at a mere fraction of what I felt and saw in such dazed states of deep playful imaginative immersions in other world and other states of being.
Anyway, well done, enjoyed the article.
Catharsis. Filling the blank canvas or sheet of paper with visual imagery, words or even musical notes. There is something about our mind that needs to “finish” or “add” things when the eyes are presented with white. White has to reflect what we have absorbed within. It is a cumulative experience on the inside that is given shape, form, colors and words on the outside. And a lot of times we remain unaware of those things that lay dormant underneath the folds or hidden in a corner somewhere. And whoever sees/reads that inner world has reactions based on how they see and experience things. It isn’t an objective truth a person may find disturbing. It is the demon we have buried underneath the surface that shows chaotic reactions and discomfort when presented with light and put on a stage, front and center. But as long as art provokes reactions (be it soothing and pleasant or disturbing and causing discomfort) it means that the process is successful - both for the creator as well as the audience.
Mr. Nathan you always seem to be right on time with your wisdoms :D
Where I am in life right now im making my life itsself my "art". Beeing transparent with my thoughts, feelings and passions. Im scared about people seeing me but I am making it happen.
I know this is not exactly what the subject is but I wanted to say thanks nonetheless cause it resonated with me. In a great way it helps me get over my nervousness so I can transform it into excitement :D
Also you have a Great sence of humor and thank you for your thoughts :D