Wednesday, March 29, 2017
As I'm waking up I'm trying to catch myself. Each day I know I'm capable of doing things, but I don't know what I'm capable of discovering.
I'm so fortunate to have creative problems. I don't have to explain every step I take. Invaluable sensations will show the way. I'm challenging myself without even noticing.
I haven't made notable discoveries in comfortable places. Comfort alleviates. It can conceal everything when your mind is filled with frustration and fear. A mind like that will not accept mysterious nutrition.
Your mind has a need to tell. Unexpected emotional connections develop between things and their hidden harmonies begin to appear. You will be shocked at how much your mind likes imagining different points of view.
I'm awake and alive, but I can't truly explain why. Challenging is beautiful. I know I will be doing things because I want to have ideas.
I am not null.
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My drawings are not dreams, random nonsense or deranged products of madness. I'm playing with ideas and shapes. Black and white draws attention to shapes and it is filled with possibilities. I'm also trying to surprise myself with these ideas.
Despite all the useful information surrounding us it is still easy to assume the worst or the least. The least amount of effort. "People are lazy and don't care much about creative ideas." We are all lazy sometimes, but I don't think ideas are just for artists.
There is a road of discoveries and anyone can go on that road. You will develop some kind of taste if you care about these things. It doesn't have to be too narrow. You have to surrender to your own excitement. Throw yourself in there and see what happens. To me this road of discoveries is a reason to live, but I still have to keep reminding myself.
There is so much suffocating surface noise. Outside and inside. Every now and then something will break through. A strong, interesting feeling that is hard to explain. It is often hard to explain the hunger that artists possess, but feelings are universal. You have to create something that will last. A moment, a mood, an image. You get it just right... but you can't explain it.