Carnibore

Might as well

Edvard Munch - “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”

shitpostgenerator:

The creative process is seemingly something that we have a fleeting relationship with as we are adults. As life progresses we are surmounted into submission by a system inadequate necessary to cultivate any originality whatsoever. What I have come to remember the amount I used to create at a young age. It got me to thinking what had occurred for me to lose interest in my creative endeavors to such a degree. I am reminded of how much I used to enjoy the process of creating worlds and characters from nothing; that was the thing that astounded me as a child, aside from visual artwork. Being able to articulate objects of my own mind and give life to them was amazing. Looking back now I was probably not the best at that age; my syntax was poor, and some of my characters had poor voice from a learning perspective…

At that time though I was never thinking about the finished product, the process conceiving ideas was enough to keep me thoroughly entertained. Most of the time my stories were never read by anyone other than myself. I would save them to my computer or print them off and put them away to go back to when I pleased. Perhaps I was apprehensive to let people see my work, as I still am sometimes today.  I just never required validation for my efforts be they literary or some other form, like my drawings. I think that was probably the fundamental change that occurred in public school. Everything therein is about a final singular solution, and there is no room for the process just the result. There is no reward for being actively creative, only a reward for have been creative.

So then the creative process itself is then broken down into a formula to be easily digested. Then those who’s minds are not creative can also achieve the illusion of creativity! isn’t it wonderful how equal everyone is! This break down and reiteration of one manner of doing something was utter despair for me. As well the constant over analyzing of everything was a major annoyance when I was in the education system. Especially when it came to literature, and artwork drudging through a passage or photo over and over making suppositions on what the author intended in often completely abstruse works. This is simply how public education grazes over and finds the most humdrum manner of learning that works best over an average. As a result the exceptions to these rules are left sitting bored, uninterested…

Those who are truly creative don’t sit down set out a plan, makes notes gather several different ideas and then pick the best one. They simply do! There is no forcing creativity, it has to happen on it’s own out of a desire within yourself. Surely creative people abandon many projects, things they deem to be unworthy yet they never once discarded an idea before attempting it! Throughout my life I’ve sat many times at my desk at night attempting to coerce myself to create. It will never happen until it’s ready to be done; even in artwork if I wish to draw from an object if I don’t feel the desire, the energy to create it will fail. You cannot go to school to become an artist.

Andromeda, oil on canvas, 50x50cm, 2013

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Jas Helena

bigblueboo:

spinsphere

robotcosmonaut:

Riot Break, 2012

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Our week through the lens:
23-27 February 2015

Nachdem in den USA Regeln zur Wahrung der Netzneutralität verabschiedet wurden, hatte dies auch eine Signalwirkung für die EU. EU-Kommissar Oettinger jedoch spricht sich entschieden gegen die Wahrung der Netzneutralität aus. Damit stellt er sich allerdings gegen eine Entscheidung des EU-Parlaments. Oettinger hofft, dass das Parlament zu Kompromissen bereit ist.

Lately I’ve been feeling disenchanted; perhaps disconnected from the life I want to lead and too tied to the one I have to lead. We’re presented with a world of choice with no freedom; a world of security with no privacy. The birthright to distinction of choices we never in reality made, but from which we must choose. No alternative; apparently failure to choose is not the same as choice.

I suppose it could be said that being aware of a discomfort can be the first step towards some sort of identification of the visual noise, like radio static buzzing constantly. Recognizing this nauseating dissonance, and associating it with society at large. The way a whole city resonates with a buzz like the deep wheezing breath of a dying beast. Struggling for air even as it’s lungs fill with blood despite an inevitable oblivion…

The world that’s been laid before us, the world we’ve been brought into aggravates me to no end. It constantly grates against me, every sound and sight and feeling brought on by the circus of this civilization is absolutely maddening to my senses at the best of times. We peer out of roomed towers stretching to the horizon standing like tombstonesliving in a dungeon without chains, doors or locks. A psychological confinement a false independence…

Is it exactly this simple, is it more honorable to struggle indefinitely against impossible odds? We should consider that without struggle, our existence would be without significance. The universe being reduced to an interstellar meat-grinder. The honorable man has always been the one who surmounts, the one who survives. It is that our whole culture is based upon; that is lost wisdom.

How can we reattain this when spirit is repressed when everything that encapsulates our archetypes, our forebears,our blood is demonized and spat upon. It may seem disheartening, but it is the only way I can imagine it. Once you struggle for so long and suddenly things are easy; then comes dissatisfaction and apathy. I know it, and maybe you too know it yourself. It’s apart of our nature and it’s indivisible from ourselves, and that is an encouraging thought.

humanoidhistory:

A close-up of stormy, gorgeous Jupiter, courtesy of the Galileo space probe.

(NASA)

streetphysician:

The night is dark and full of terrors

danaville:

Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison