UPDATE WHUT?
Lately I've been refocusing on art. Slowly - not even refocusing, but more like becoming more aware of the impact it has on me. How important art is to me. I've also been thinking about what kind of art, and thus the kind of Life, I find most important.
What is art if not an interpretation of life? The art that I find most evocative, the most moving, is organic. As my friend Maren would say, it's more sensual. I personally feel that organic is the better word - she associates the organice with the sensual because her life is very sensual, and she's supremely organic.
I know a lot of people, working in the industry that I do, who are totally digital. Their lives, their human interactions are based solely on the digital, the technological, the 'Larger then Life'. Knowing people like Maren, and other people like her, have made me wake up to the fact that while I love the internet, I love digital things and technology, that I am not a digital person. I get off most on organic things. The ocean can make me cum. My favourite things are trees and moss. I lke men with some hair on them, some trace of the reality that should replace their plastic exteriors, their plastic desires.
I've used foundation on my face a few times over the last few weeks. Full on, thick, foundation. It really disturbed me when I stepped back from the mirror while getting ready for Edmonton's pride how false and plastic my own face looked. It was my face looking back to me... but it was blank, even, empty. It wasn't until I started adding my own brand of crazy, this character/statement I call Polka Homo, that I was able to enjoy looking at my face again.
I won't lie, most days I really like looking at my face. I have nice features. I have enough eccentricities that I can appreciate the uniqueness of my face.
But with this foundation, I had to create eccentricities. I had to impose uniqueness on my own face. I guess that impacted me most as reflection of my artistic life, especially within the nightlife/club land I currently inhabit. In order to really create art within that world, I first have to wash out any offensive irregularities, and then slowly and gradually impose creativity and individuality on top of that plastic, formula like frame.
So, those are some thoughts. There are more, of course, and hopefully I'll force myself to stay awake and write them down again next time I stay late talking with Friends. Hopefully.
Love love love
B
What is art if not an interpretation of life? The art that I find most evocative, the most moving, is organic. As my friend Maren would say, it's more sensual. I personally feel that organic is the better word - she associates the organice with the sensual because her life is very sensual, and she's supremely organic.
I know a lot of people, working in the industry that I do, who are totally digital. Their lives, their human interactions are based solely on the digital, the technological, the 'Larger then Life'. Knowing people like Maren, and other people like her, have made me wake up to the fact that while I love the internet, I love digital things and technology, that I am not a digital person. I get off most on organic things. The ocean can make me cum. My favourite things are trees and moss. I lke men with some hair on them, some trace of the reality that should replace their plastic exteriors, their plastic desires.
I've used foundation on my face a few times over the last few weeks. Full on, thick, foundation. It really disturbed me when I stepped back from the mirror while getting ready for Edmonton's pride how false and plastic my own face looked. It was my face looking back to me... but it was blank, even, empty. It wasn't until I started adding my own brand of crazy, this character/statement I call Polka Homo, that I was able to enjoy looking at my face again.
I won't lie, most days I really like looking at my face. I have nice features. I have enough eccentricities that I can appreciate the uniqueness of my face.
But with this foundation, I had to create eccentricities. I had to impose uniqueness on my own face. I guess that impacted me most as reflection of my artistic life, especially within the nightlife/club land I currently inhabit. In order to really create art within that world, I first have to wash out any offensive irregularities, and then slowly and gradually impose creativity and individuality on top of that plastic, formula like frame.
So, those are some thoughts. There are more, of course, and hopefully I'll force myself to stay awake and write them down again next time I stay late talking with Friends. Hopefully.
Love love love
B