Schizophreniart -- Two parts that make a whole in one artist, with two seperate personalities. One, ready to go, ready to start or finish, always on the move and looking for the next thing to do to move forward. The other, a lazy son of a bitch, one who procrastinates, chews away at the paper and doesn't really want to do anything; always looking for a way out of making that next move.
Friend of mine and I are both in the same situation where we are lacking in self motivation, curiosity, imagination, creativity, and yet art is what we DO. Art is what we love, what we think of everyday. But getting down to business and actually doing up the pieces in your brain is such a TASK. Why does something you love doing still feel like work? We think it may be cause of schizophreniart. The big meany part of you won't actually let you sit down and enjoy what you're doing.
It's like you need to break up with the bad part of yourself so you can become a whole artist. Understand you're a crazy weirdo who can't function properly unless you say goodbye to the one side of you that just doesn't make any sense and that feeds your ego in the wrong ways.
Easier said than done!! But a good idea nonetheless, wouldn't you think? Fresh approach!
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Lots of talk of death lately.
I feel this is what needs to happen in order for civilization to evolve to a more empathetic level. I had a talk with my friend yesterday about so many other friends all of a sudden coming into realizations and epiphanies. Things in life have somehow pushed everyone in a different direction, forward, moving towards a more "spiritual" kind of understanding of the world. Friends who have never understood what I ever talked about when I expressed the way I see things now have experienced it for themselves.
The conversion is happening quickly, so much so that we don't even know where the time goes in between the person we used to be to the person that we are now. Has there really been that big of changes in one day? In a couple of hours? Sure, time seems to be accelerating -- in whatever way you'd like to put it -- but we're also being bombarded with so much information it's hard to believe we'd actually be taking it all in.
Anyway, I've side-tracked, as I usually do. What would happen to this world if we all actually understood what it means to be dying? We are dying every single minute of every day, slowly deteriorating, and yet we push the reality of death aside. Fear of death actually stops us from living fully. The moment we accept how imminent death really is, we may start changing ourselves for the better. We may want to do everything in our power to make the present moment AMAZING, passionate, invigorating, thrilling! Pushing limits, knowing no matter what, we may die today or tomorrow or twenty years from now but it doesn't matter, because we love the fact that we are! Falling in love with death is a strange concept but I personally think this may be the only way to truly save us from all the "fear" that's instilled within.
Thank the universe every single day that you're alive, because who knows how much longer you'll be here? Know that this experience, no matter how mundane, how unfortunate, how lucky, how bright or dark, cannot be done over, cannot be taken back!