Mens Don’t Cry
Do you also know a way to chop 1 kilogram of onions and not cry?
Do you also know a way to chop 1 kilogram of onions and not cry?
When I heard it in acoustics, it was absolutely… Read More
I often ask myself – where is my border?
I communicate with people, I am inspired by their creativity. I bring my creativity into the world. But what about what I want to get from the person I communicate with?
It can be considered canonical that every person is narcissistic and first of all always thinks about their comfort. So, any connection we have with someone is because we want to take something from a person? Do we always get more than we give? Where is the same limit beyond which you see that you gave more than you received? I refer to the anime – to the rule of equal exchange. Is it possible that both parties from some interaction receive more than 50% at the same time?
If we are talking, for example, about music, and we have two performers who have a similar audience – wouldn’t a compatible fit be something that will simultaneously increase the audience of the first and the second? But this is all about famous stars, but what about us? Ordinary people?..
I don’t think I can give anything to anyone. Instead, I understand that I now view any contact as an opportunity or a desire to take something. And I hate myself for it. And I would like to break all ties that would give me at least some chance for help, so that I…try it myself? Fail? Be left with nothing?..again?..
The problem is not that some person will see a need in me. The problem is that when I am inspired and fall in love with the people around me, I feel ashamed that I can use them. And I ask myself – where is the limit? Where am I – the person who is really inspired by someone? Or where am I just looking for some benefit for myself?
In controversial issues, I prefer the point of view that is more related to Sa. By reducing the fate of the former self in myself, I thereby reduce excessive impulsiveness. Because in my previous form I am a box of matches. Which sometimes just waited for a convenient opportunity to light something. I guess I could give a lot to another person. But no one knows how difficult a person I am inside. And if it is so difficult for me to live with myself, then I don’t imagine how others manage it. As an example, at this stage, I was the previous one, I would break all ties. To commit self-mutilation. To tear out the parts of myself that remained outside the void again and again.
Strangely enough, but I think that my creativity and desire to visualize something with blood is nothing more than the inner world. Like a cancerous tumor of the nervous system, when you spit out all your insides, being left with nothing.
I don’t want to hear in my head this question that I am used to. “How long do you think it will last? Well…let’s make bets.” – because it is a time mechanism with a countdown.
I don’t make acquaintances to tie someone to me. These acquaintances are for the sake of hurting myself later. At some appropriate moment.
Knowing yourself does not exempt you from responsibility..
Do you know what the difference is between Sa and me? Sa wants a long and happy life and is looking for ways to achieve it. The more conventional part of me just wants to live out my time, without looking or thinking about the conditions, and simply erase myself from life when the time comes. There is also the question of why I am trying to change and move away from my conventional self?..
S0…maybe it’s true? Maybe..
The third (and final) part of this work. I talk about my experience and what I learned. Read More
The creativity I’ve been doing the last few days is somewhat reminiscent of the feeling of having sex for several days in a row. You get tired of concentrating on ideas and implementing them. However…it was a very inspiring few days.
I need to get down to business, even though it’s the weekend. Although there are a couple more creative ideas that I’ll implement in the coming days, but they’re not so global and not tied to time 🙂
I’ll publish an “afterparty post” tomorrow)
This story happened to a boy named Joe. Read More
This is the “book cover” for what will be my next creative work. I hope to be able to publish it today
In a literal and figurative sense. It seems that this will be the first experience when I make some kind of props for a photo. Especially since everything is as I like – I will have one chance to do something successful. But I will try. One chance is also good 🙂
This work is dedicated to my friend, who celebrates his birthday today. The idea came to me the other day when I saw somewhere an alphabet in the form of body poses. I found a version in which one person was enough and…oh.
There is such a saying “whoever… – does not laugh in the circus”. So – whoever made the letter “D” – does not laugh in the circus! 😀
My pluses are a thin physique. My minuses are that you can’t get away from physiology anywhere, and I’m not my nephew who knows how to do the splits. You immediately understand why people do yoga and what you missed when you didn’t start doing it))
The second part of the work was more experimental. This time I set the camera to manual mode, but the feeling that the white balance or something else was still jumping, changing the lighting a little. Plus, I didn’t take into account the height of the heels a little. Plus, with the “head” it’s not really clear where the frame demarcation line is. Well… I started making this collage when the lights went out. So… I decided to go against fate and not wash or shave before the photo shoot. That’s why I have a light stubble in the photo (although it’s not really visible). I think you understand that this was dedicated to a person, so here I allowed myself to be a little lazy and just do it!
But I couldn’t just take it and do it. I became curious – could I do all this while standing on high heels? The height of the heels is 15 centimetres. I still haven’t learned how to balance on them. So it was funny and strange and fun at the same time.
I made most of the letters right away, without even noticing how. But the problems arose when I had to make “B”, “D”, “O” and “N”. The last one, by the way, was the easiest and completed the name nicely. B was pretty easy, but I wasn’t sure it would turn out well. O made me question it. But D…she came out of hell and went there. So I did what I could)))
P.s. Another peculiarity was that in New Zealand, where Aaron is from, the day starts much earlier than here. So if I hadn’t done it now, I wouldn’t have had time to congratulate him on time. But I did and…I’m going to bed… 🙂
P.p.s the full image can be seen on Deviantart