It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and lord knows there has been many times that I have tried to start and publish but never quite managed complete. I have two drafts that have never been published, and they would have been interesting too! Maybe I’ll finish them sometime. Right now, though, I am managing a 22 credit hour load so that I can graduate this December.
I am currently working on a still life series in which I create a still life to represent some things about myself that I don’t share with other people, in addition to a butterfly symbolism series that is developing rather oddly. I am working on designing a literary journal on the side. So much stuff… I wish I had savored this past summer and rested.
There have been some reoccurring problems among some of my elder “peers” that have been aggravating me. I truly want to address this in this entry, but I feel like this is something that the entire world, art world, needs to know about. A lot of the problem has to do with people simply not recognizing their own flaws and human nature, and every word spoken by these people is but only a destructive carnal and primitive reflex. In hindsight, I kind of understand how I felt whenever I created a piece featuring an old woman and a young baby: Ever so often the older generation, and crazy people in general who probably should act their age, try to trap the current generation into a box which can result in stalling progress. I think I am speaking cryptically now. What I mean is that I wish that they would get a grip and lighten up.
To other news, there was a terrible crime, a murder, committed in my neighborhood right down the street from where I live. At first I was shocked, but slowly I have come to terms about what happened. I still feel sad that these kinds of things happen, I especially feel upset that such negative events have to happen within my proximity of existance. Frankly, it shocked me out of my usually quest for understanding human mortality and pieces I am working on that relate to it. Fortunately, I don’t have many pieces that are about death or mortality, except for maybe one; but even then, I can still just pretend that it is only a piece about the subject matter (the butterfly) and not about death. I am grateful that I chose to do works with a more positive tone this semester.
Speaking of positivity, my family got their paws on the movie “The Secret” a few months ago, and now they are on a “positive” kick. It’s that same kind of kick that fervent religious folk get into that makes me, and maybe even Jesus, Muhammad, and even Buddha, facepalm themselves in frustration. I also have a ton of online associates and peers that are on their spritual (New Age) better than thou high horse. Listen to me well. I am not singling out anyone in particular, but this is something that I also need to write a book about at some point in time.
There exists no individual(s) outside yourself (or myself) that can affect your quest or attempt (or my quest or attempt) to be emotionally stable and exist on a higher vibrational existance. Similarly, positivity starts from the inside out, not the outside in. So stop blaming others for the crap that annoys you (I can’t blame others for the crap that annoys me). The problem begins where you (I) allow yourself (myself) to be annoyed.
Now, I’m not talking about blatant confrontation in which someone tries to verbally tear you down, to your face. That is a horse of a different color (kind of…a split complimentary color). I am talking about those times in which a person JUST BREATHES, tells you unfortunate news, or heavens forbid, the truth, and you want to consider them negative. Focus on your own actions, feelings, and reactions, and make them positive so your environment will become positive.
As for the movie itself, I’m not entirely crazy about “The Secret”. I feel as though it is extremely vague; but then, to have all of the information necessary that one needs to use it correctly, like how positivity starts on the inside of the individual, would make the movie insanely long.
I will not write a review about that movie…or documentary…or something. I REFUSE!
I have only a few more weeks left and I am free. I will be able to start a new chapter and let school end for a while. I must say, college is tiring. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an awesome journey; but, no matter how beautiful the mountains and the lakes are, it is still tiring to have to hike those miles.
Speaking of which, I could go for a trip in the mountains to quiet place where I can finish all of the entries I wanted to write.