Visual Abstraction
Unusually, I found myself inspired by Picasso today, a sort of inspiration came from the revolutionary, out-of-the-ordinary works he created, to teach traditional painters that they can work in the unknown comfortably. He painted his life away, but then again, he painted his life. I seem to relate all too well to this recently.
Visually, my life is at this moment: amazing. Though my mind is twisted, morbid, and pessimistic; someone seems to be tugging away at that. I see that side of me disappearing. Unlike Picasso, inspired wouldn't be the word for it.
Intrigued.
I'm intrigued by the unknown, this is something out of the ordinary to me. My mother was never one to reach my deepest thoughts, though she tried, and still to this day thinks she has succeeded. My family past only closed off my mind to the world, nothing was reaching it now, I spoke to myself as I selfishly whined, bathing in my own depression and self-loathing. I once said: I'm left alone once again to over-analyze imperfection, in a void of negativity inside a mind of illusions. Writing this only dug me deeper, understanding it for myself caused me to realize it's stupidity.
My new fear: imagining myself without the first person to reach a deep personal level I never knew existed.
And still she reaches deeper.
Visually, my life is at this moment: amazing. Though my mind is twisted, morbid, and pessimistic; someone seems to be tugging away at that. I see that side of me disappearing. Unlike Picasso, inspired wouldn't be the word for it.
Intrigued.
I'm intrigued by the unknown, this is something out of the ordinary to me. My mother was never one to reach my deepest thoughts, though she tried, and still to this day thinks she has succeeded. My family past only closed off my mind to the world, nothing was reaching it now, I spoke to myself as I selfishly whined, bathing in my own depression and self-loathing. I once said: I'm left alone once again to over-analyze imperfection, in a void of negativity inside a mind of illusions. Writing this only dug me deeper, understanding it for myself caused me to realize it's stupidity.
My new fear: imagining myself without the first person to reach a deep personal level I never knew existed.
And still she reaches deeper.