Art is subjective. It intersects with our consciousness in many ways but broadly, you might say in two ways, intentionally and unintentionally. We seek art sometimes, for instance what I listen to in music changes with the mood I am sitting with. Different artists for angry, happy, sad, triumphant, in need of healing, and so forth. In this way, music reinforces mood or is used to alter my state of consciousness. When I click through an art gallery (living too far from Chicago), I pause where I reflect, and pass by where I don't see the vision of the artist. When I read a book, i copy portions I deem are needed for my own artistic endeavors. All voluntary acts.
But what you cite here about feelings being foisted on you is true. Yet another example of the needling suffering of incarceration and societal punishment without regard to guilt or innocence. I see no justice here. There is one fella that calls from seg where a guy across the hall screams each time he phones. Is his action meant to torture the fella trying to communicate or meant to help me understand his terror? His art confuses me.
D, tomorrow I have two medical procedures. Regardless of the outcome, know you have enriched my life, and please write something for me like you did for 'Whispers,' so that my family and friends, or I, may know your inner feelings.
Recently a fella from Kansas wrote me an exact quote of yours, nearly word-for-word. "I am an artist, not a prisoner who does art." When I read it, I smiled and thought of you.
Hi, Dymitri, hope I got this one without too many errors.
My thought on this one is that the world needs more people like you that are willing to call out the BS when they see it.
I'm proud of you for teaching the profs to think about perspective - it's important, and probably most of the other people in the class would just roll their eyes where the teacher can't see, right? And I hope they're able to hear what you're saying.
It's shitty that the problem exists at all, but good on you for shining a light, or turning the hose on might be the better metaphor.
It's been awhile, life happened. I still want to work on Anthro, I'm now looking at doctorate education. I got very passionate about the struggles of single mothers in South Korea, so that's what I want to pursue studying. Of course current times make everything uncertain in the political and education realm, but hoping to find my way through it all. What kind of thoughts have you been ruminating on?
Thanks for writing! I finished the transcription for your post.
I am sorry that you had to go through something like that with your ex. Not all BPD individuals are like that, though, but I get the sense that her behavioral patterns really had an effect on you. I wish you nothing but the best.
Bravo, sir. I did look back at your December 2014 post of another drawing. You certainly manage to convey something in these works. Can you share more?
This was quite the witty posting, sir. I wonder how many got the joke here? "Dihydrogen Monoxide" indeed. Clever. I'll try to see about transcribing more of these for you and other bloggers, but it's really a pain as I no longer use a PC with proper keyboard.
As I peruse the vast vault of blogs here, one fact stands out as uniquely sad to me. There are many people over the years who have transcribed and written comments, some of them rather prolific even. Yet it seems many just give up at some point. I suppose I eventually will too. It makes me feel bad for those of you inside the walls though. I imagine it feels a bit of a loss when you hear from someone here with some regularity and then they simply vanish.
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Art is subjective. It intersects with our consciousness in many ways but broadly, you might say in two ways, intentionally and unintentionally. We seek art sometimes, for instance what I listen to in music changes with the mood I am sitting with. Different artists for angry, happy, sad, triumphant, in need of healing, and so forth. In this way, music reinforces mood or is used to alter my state of consciousness. When I click through an art gallery (living too far from Chicago), I pause where I reflect, and pass by where I don't see the vision of the artist. When I read a book, i copy portions I deem are needed for my own artistic endeavors. All voluntary acts.
But what you cite here about feelings being foisted on you is true. Yet another example of the needling suffering of incarceration and societal punishment without regard to guilt or innocence. I see no justice here. There is one fella that calls from seg where a guy across the hall screams each time he phones. Is his action meant to torture the fella trying to communicate or meant to help me understand his terror? His art confuses me.
D, tomorrow I have two medical procedures. Regardless of the outcome, know you have enriched my life, and please write something for me like you did for 'Whispers,' so that my family and friends, or I, may know your inner feelings.
Recently a fella from Kansas wrote me an exact quote of yours, nearly word-for-word. "I am an artist, not a prisoner who does art." When I read it, I smiled and thought of you.
All the best, John
My thought on this one is that the world needs more people like you that are willing to call out the BS when they see it.
I'm proud of you for teaching the profs to think about perspective - it's important, and probably most of the other people in the class would just roll their eyes where the teacher can't see, right? And I hope they're able to hear what you're saying.
It's shitty that the problem exists at all, but good on you for shining a light, or turning the hose on might be the better metaphor.
Hope you're getting better sleep these days.
It's been awhile, life happened. I still want to work on Anthro, I'm now looking at doctorate education. I got very passionate about the struggles of single mothers in South Korea, so that's what I want to pursue studying. Of course current times make everything uncertain in the political and education realm, but hoping to find my way through it all. What kind of thoughts have you been ruminating on?
~Brandilarke
Fight on, man.
What a fascinating story.
What lovely haikus
For you to make and such kind
Words of wisdom, yes
I am sorry that you had to go through something like that with your ex. Not all BPD individuals are like that, though, but I get the sense that her behavioral patterns really had an effect on you. I wish you nothing but the best.
What a pretty poem.
I did look back at your December 2014 post of another drawing. You certainly manage to convey something in these works. Can you share more?
I'll try to see about transcribing more of these for you and other bloggers, but it's really a pain as I no longer use a PC with proper keyboard.
As I peruse the vast vault of blogs here, one fact stands out as uniquely sad to me. There are many people over the years who have transcribed and written comments, some of them rather prolific even. Yet it seems many just give up at some point. I suppose I eventually will too. It makes me feel bad for those of you inside the walls though. I imagine it feels a bit of a loss when you hear from someone here with some regularity and then they simply vanish.