A lot of things running through my mind.
I am learning, I think, how to better harness all my thoughts
about life, what I want to get out of it and, particularly,
this being the key element to understand me and what I want to do,
my art and my never-ending, lifetime project for
an illustration book and a graphic novel.
I realize every day more how important this element is
in the harmony I am trying to achieve in my life and within my mind.
I also realize that in the years, I have been gathering,
almost unconsciously, inspiration material, clearly divided in categories,
"sections" of my imagination that I needed to create the world
I want to give birth to with my graphic novel:
- a particular woman I must have dreamt of in a previous life
- a certain mindset, a certain kind of personality which seems to be typical of some people
- memories from childhood and all the power they have to remind you who you are
- certain urban settings, images of suburban decay I am obsessed with: http://forum.skyscraperpage.com/
- a certain feeling of hope and desire for existential revenge,
like only who grew up in forgotten suburbs can understand
- music, art, political activism and the story of someone who makes a complete trip
from the others to the deep self and then back to the others again
- the importance of the "animal within" we all have,
sexual energy and faith in oneself's ability to survive
There is more to all this than what I am able to jot down in words.
There is anyway, these days, a good feeling of calm, of being in control,
more than I ever felt and more optimistically than I ever remember.
There is a feeling of "stepping back", of watching life, laid back,
not in a hurry to have anything quickly of all the things that I desire,
a feeling of focus.
It's like if my whole life and my art were a puzzle.
Instead of trying to put it together like most people do,
assembling parts of it that make sense and then trying to link them,
it appears that I have gone for a much more difficult way:
I have been trying to position from the very beginning
every single piece in the place it is supposed to occupy,
thus delaying a lot more the appearance of any part of the puzzle
that makes sense. Am I making any sense?
This gave me for a long time the illusion that I was not going anywhere, really.
I was, instead
and something that makes deep sense
is beginning to surface from that puzzle scattered on my table.
I feel a deep sense of duty towards all this now,
I shall give birth to my vision and take it out of the misery of the prison of my mind
or else, I will never be able to live life to the fullest of my potential,
for in the meantime,
everything else is on hold
and waits.
I am learning, I think, how to better harness all my thoughts
about life, what I want to get out of it and, particularly,
this being the key element to understand me and what I want to do,
my art and my never-ending, lifetime project for
an illustration book and a graphic novel.
I realize every day more how important this element is
in the harmony I am trying to achieve in my life and within my mind.
I also realize that in the years, I have been gathering,
almost unconsciously, inspiration material, clearly divided in categories,
"sections" of my imagination that I needed to create the world
I want to give birth to with my graphic novel:
- a particular woman I must have dreamt of in a previous life
- a certain mindset, a certain kind of personality which seems to be typical of some people
- memories from childhood and all the power they have to remind you who you are
- certain urban settings, images of suburban decay I am obsessed with: http://forum.skyscraperpage.com/
- a certain feeling of hope and desire for existential revenge,
like only who grew up in forgotten suburbs can understand
- music, art, political activism and the story of someone who makes a complete trip
from the others to the deep self and then back to the others again
- the importance of the "animal within" we all have,
sexual energy and faith in oneself's ability to survive
There is more to all this than what I am able to jot down in words.
There is anyway, these days, a good feeling of calm, of being in control,
more than I ever felt and more optimistically than I ever remember.
There is a feeling of "stepping back", of watching life, laid back,
not in a hurry to have anything quickly of all the things that I desire,
a feeling of focus.
It's like if my whole life and my art were a puzzle.
Instead of trying to put it together like most people do,
assembling parts of it that make sense and then trying to link them,
it appears that I have gone for a much more difficult way:
I have been trying to position from the very beginning
every single piece in the place it is supposed to occupy,
thus delaying a lot more the appearance of any part of the puzzle
that makes sense. Am I making any sense?
This gave me for a long time the illusion that I was not going anywhere, really.
I was, instead
and something that makes deep sense
is beginning to surface from that puzzle scattered on my table.
I feel a deep sense of duty towards all this now,
I shall give birth to my vision and take it out of the misery of the prison of my mind
or else, I will never be able to live life to the fullest of my potential,
for in the meantime,
everything else is on hold
and waits.
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Interested in seeing what you create.