"Street spirit is the darkest thing we've ever done, but I didn't compose it, it composed itself. We were just the messagers. All of our songs, no matter how dark they are, they always have a solution, but not this one. Is like being trapped forever, is the tunnel without the light at the end" -Thom Yorke
Sounds awfully familiar.
All these things into positions.
All these things we'll one day swallow whole.
I took a liking in how David Mack describes of it in 'Kabuki'.
"As a child I had learned Calligraphy as "The Seventh Martial Art". The kanji characters integrating word and image together and transcending both. Like calligraphy characters, each image takes on a bigger life and meaning when put next to another. Until they seem to have a movement and life of their own."
"I learn a new kind of concentration."
"I enter an Idea Space."
"In Idea Space... New ideas come faster than I can draw them or write them. More like I conduct them."
"More like they conduct me..."
"And I try to keep up."
It's definitely a peculiar way of understanding the psychology of ideas. And perhaps to the layman's it won't pass off as being genuine.
But artists know it. Artist, not as in the person who creates illustrations or sculptures or costumes or music or anything, but artist, the listener and the reproducer of his experience.
As I struggled through resistance, pen in my right hand, anxiety on my left, and a crapload of smog in my mind, I noticed it staring at me. Somewhere it didn't make sense. That I had known it from before. That I have been 'there'. That I know that I wouldn't leave.
But that's another story.
And the next moment, I am the person staring at me. I am the 'idea'. In David Mack's beautiful interpretation, entering his Idea Space.
More than I can translate them.
"Furnace". "Bitch". "Distractions". "Brain Child". A lot of doors. A me of some distant past. Or future, I can't tell. Images of this and that. Some weird way to connect things. Now 'I' am conducting my instrument, I am painting flawlessly, not in a technical sense whatsoever, but flawlessly nonetheless.
And now, now, I am amnesiac. I am back at my body and I bring what I can and yet, yet, I bloody know that it isn't enough.
I can't help but notice, through the course of natural observation, that I am becoming distant. Distant, not in the sense of a negative value, but as a 'fact'. It's not even a complaint than it is an impartial observation.
The thing is this.
In the style that is familiar to my existence, distant is as much intimate as intimate can be. It's different, yet there's nothing to be questioned about the differences. In that 'new pulse', it's just, the same.
I rest my case.
That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no I've said too much I haven't said enough
Apotheosis (It's crumbling. It's building)
Koyuki (Don't be afraid, don't hide, don't hold back)
"Divided by zero" is a project title under-construction. Well maybe I shouldn't use that term since it is technically still pretty much in abstract. I was writing the script and starting on thumbs a while back, but in was put on halt. Can't really feel the sense of urgency for the creation of this, yet.
And here's a few illustrations of the said title. I like to call it a 'being in creation', than a 'thing'. But then that would sound a little bit too spiritual for my image (LOL). Nah I don't care :P
Because they are fucking awesome. Whoever needs drugs? My whole inspirational-part-of-being is wholly spelled by their sounds. A resonance that vibrates not only with, but beneath all the flesh and bones.
And I'm gonna emphasize on the 'enjoying' part.
This is a reminder to myself, "Enjoy the ride while it lasts".
Bit me, bit me, bit me, oh
I've got the poison, poison
And I want more
Get you an armoured car
They're gonna throw a rock
Stare into the light
The pyramid is power
If you are on the top
Then it is a long drop
If you stare into the dark,
The dark will stare back
Back into your soul
I want to thank you, thank you, thank you all
I'm having such a good time, a good time, had enough?
Is a hyperactive, retarded art-loving freak, who's life is half-dependent on the internets and it's byproducts. Half of his expenditure is on artbooks, comics, and food. Spend his non-retarded time doing stuffs like photography, reading, sports, playing his poor, sad guitar crappily, and trying to improve himself on various aspects. BULGOGI!!