"Them be thinkin words..."

I found this unpublished post among my blog entries, and it made me want to start a series of posts discussing my ideas on artistic abilities and mental stability.

(I began this in June of 2008)

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I was reading a Shia Lebouf article. And he was making the point that the really good actors are screwed up; they're in pain. I let that thought marinate, noticing how incredibly true it is for any artist.

In no other profession but that of the artist do the dark passages of life come through so clearly through their work. Art is about observance, interpretation and growth. We cannot observe the good without the bad in order to properly appreciate and interpret. Everything we create is an interpretation of what we observe, feel, think, sense. Growth is not possible without desires, pain, mistakes, disappointments. After all, what point is life without growth? We would all be stuck in this constant state of infancy assuming everything is fine (many are already in this state). And all of the great lessons, the great questions, the great theories would never have come to fruition if none of us desired to grow.

If you really think about it, growth itself is a pain. It is a hunger, a natural desire deep within each of us that makes us strive to know (become, think, act, have, give) more. And it is never fulfilled because we never have enough time. Maybe that's why people die. A philosopher once said (and it's a common theory now) that if we were to live forever there would be no motivation. But I digress. I was discussing the artist.

The really great artists were/are what I call 'lopsided' (a term coined by my mother). Their pieces are moving, intricate, poignant, meaningful and a plethora of other adjectives that describe greatness. They are able to show indescribable feelings so clearly to the point of being understood by the ordinary person who has never studied art a day in their life. However, such genius would come with a price. Such an overdeveloped right hemisphere overpowers the left, leaving the artist socially disparate, and subpar when it comes to critical thinking and problem solving. I think this is why so many great artists die young. They may be able to express themselves through their work, but they can't solve their issues, or they try to cope, and it doesn't last long.

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That was the end of that entry. I have a ton of thoughts bubbling in my head about this, and it will all come out on here, little by little.

~Pusher. Of. Pens.~

All right, LOOK. (Warning: Mini-Rant. That's ALL it is.)

Something I wrote as a Facebook status:

"Absence makes the claws grow longer, the fangs sharper, the sarcasm venomous. Tread lightly."

Cute, right? I thought so. But why did I say that? I'm sure a few of you have your own interpretations, and some don't even know what the word "venomous" means, and that's okay.

Let me just say this:

I am a person that's all about the various forms of communication available to us today. We are NOT in the 1800's when all we could do was send a messenger out with a piece of paper and hope they got there before the milk spoiled. We have telephones, mobile phones, computers, and we STILL have letters that get to people a helluva lot sooner than a fortnight. And if you don't like to talk on your phone, you can Text. On the same phone that is in your hand. You can shoot emails, short messages on networking sites to get to a person. More than ever, our ability to get a message or converse with someone is absolutely possible.

So please, Fucking Use It.

~Pusher. Of. Pens.~