Me too.
This sounds silly, but I want to make the bad ones go away. They aren't there all the time, but come back sometimes, and they do nothing but cause more bad things. I don't want those. Not anymore.
I hope good things fill your eyes.

That song.. that video. <3 You're not alone.

They are just things that pop into my mind when I'm walking around sometimes... Just an idea out of the blue. Like snapping off a finger and putting it back on, snapping it off, putting it back on, etc. then repeating forever.
But it doesn't happen very often. A lot of the time these thoughts are just absurd, like falling forward facefirst to the ground and then swinging up from behind the original position into standing, and then forward to the ground again, etc. It's just a kind of visual and mental hiccup, maybe?
They can be difficult to get out of my head. I've never talked with anyone about this sort of thing to know if it's common.

But that's not what I meant by wanting to zap an image out of my eyes. I meant it directly, with no hidden meaning. To just stare and have an image appear instantly.

I think about that a loooot. Wouldn't be fair though, everyone would be an artist then.

If everyone were an artist, there would be a lot more art to share and enjoy.
I think probably, even then, older and more experienced or diligent observers would be able to produce more dazzling images, because it takes input to create output, and there is a language of choices that affect an image's impact. This is the study of art.
Only, sometimes I wish I didn't have to tax my body by spending the time to sit and draw.

Yes, Uitleger, it's like a song on repeat. I often stare at my hands as I flex and rotate them, and like to wrap my free hand around that wrist to feel how the things inside move as the muscle and sinew contracts. And when there's an unpleasant sound in the area I learned I can flex something in my head, I'm not sure what, to make a kind of loud, warm, and cloudy white noise from my temples. I can't do it long though, it might cause a headache.

If you could make images appear, what would happen?

I used to feel very small looking through deviantart, concept art, galleries in real life and other art websites, because the amount of mind blowing skill and creativity is overwhelming, and I began to wonder why someone like me should even try to compete, or what purpose there was in trying to create when it seems everything has already been created much better than I ever could. Like a drop of water in an ocean. I felt so small and unnecessary.

But I realized it is not about competition, or my visibility. Art is a blender- a way of mixing ourselves together with strangers. Art collects and distributes personal existence. It unites us.

Even if my work is not skilled, or not imaginative in comparison to others. Time is something always moving forward. The talented artists of yesterday may expire, and they will create no new work. Everything that has been created has a finite span of existence. So many thoughts, feelings, and experiences are lost with time, wear, and neglect. We preserve some that capture us, and discard what bores us. Like water evaporating from the sea.
But we have to keep creating. And each person has a story to tell, a drop into the ocean.

I am interested in those stories... Skill can speak beauty. But beyond skill is an individual, and their existence alters mine.

I think about this topic a lot. It is a large issue in the rise of the internet and personal software which allows anyone to create and distribute art much more easily and cheaply than ever before. Our world of art is already very different than it was fifteen or twenty years ago.

While reading your post I kept thinking of an artist named Chuck Close.
He became completely paralyzed, and devised a way in which he could paint without being able to move his body.

No, without technology, he could not paint. I do not think his work is less 'art' because it was made with the aid of technology.

You and I both use technology to make art- if not a stylus, the brush was once high technology. Anyone can hold a brush. Anyone can use a stylus.

There is also art that is made by careful manipulation of maths to produce such results as this. This is a work of both computer and man, computer doing the number crunching and man choosing the result based on rules of aesthetic that have been passed down from his ancestors.
When I look at it, I recall things- the feeling of a seashell. The weight of a marble. Tarnished brass.

Ultimately I feel art is most importantly message, not media or method of construction. Whether I have cut together the film physically and taped it back together, or I have clicked a mouse to drag one clip of information representing light in just such amounts that it resembles the same two people holding each other on that film, what matters is what we see and what narrative emerges from the moving images.

Whether we are holding brushes, cutting up paper, photographing light from space, writing a program that paints using the presence of strangers, or to craft an endless forest that brings anonymous individuals together without words in an interactive surreal illustration, what ultimately lasts in our minds are the feelings these things bring us, our understanding of what these things are saying to us.

Do those feelings not come to life because of these things are made without our physical touching of their smaller components?

Don't worry, I am enjoying this conversation.
And true, there is no original, but that means each copy of it can be as flawless as the artist created it, distributed endlessly, and is very difficult to destroy (in the case of the internet).

I understand your meaning. Forgive me for getting off track with the discussion of technology in art.

I feel like although the production time may teach patience and discipline, if it could just be cut out perhaps we could experiment visually with greater speed and learn more quickly what works and what does not. And simply copying something else we'd seen would be exactly the same as art theft now- those who hadn't seen the original might be impressed but others would recognize it as repetition without bringing any new ideas.

Rendering feels like an extra step that only gets between what I think my thoughts are and what my thoughts really are. Like if I could skip it I'd learn instantly that I didn't really understand the way skin looks over muscle, or the properties of light in a room without having to spend 15 hours to find out. It would be the same game- teaching my eyes to absorb and retain objective detail. I would just be able to regurgitate that information in a way that didn't damage my limbs or vision.

It would be so nice...

Generally art theft is practiced by those lacking confidence in their ability. I think it is usually obvious when someone is stealing which party is the original creator, and once a thief is outed, there is usually little left to discuss.

Having an online gallery where one's body of work over time can be publicly viewed also helps prove an an artists' work belongs to them. The art thieves I have seen, if they had galleries, had collected from so many different people it was impossible to believe they came from the same source.

I am so well that it's overwhelming.
If I'm absent in the forest, it may be because the forest is a place of healing for me, and right now, I am in very good health.

But I miss it. It's good to see you.

yes

That's alright. I don't mind you being "stupidly sensitive"; Be well ☆

God, it's good to hear you feeling well! And isn't it funny how out pets sometimes seem to possess wisdom beyond even the greatest philosophers?~

The company of a pet truly is unmatched... TwT And enjoying those little, precious moments is just worth everything you could possibly give for them >w<

Exactly... I still miss my rabbit Pierce, but the memories I have of him keep me company and when I think back on them, it's almost like he's still here... So in a way, they're never really gone TwT

Sounds like someone wronged you... *huggle* You okay?...

To hang somewhere in your thoughts.

<3

-Nuzzles-

I'm sorry for whatever has happened.

;A; ♥ I don't know what happened, but I'm sorry for you and your loss. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you.

-hugs- mh ;;

I'm here, if you need me.

nvmd, posted this somewhere else

I get that way a lot too... mostly because my rhetoric is quite... unusual in normal speech. It takes a special kind of person to really understand me and have a conversation with me. And the only explanation I can find for this is as simple as it is frustrating; some people you click with, some people you just don't. It's a matter of complementing personalities, I think... But there IS a way to be able to communicate even with those who don't seem to understand you; study rhetoric and speech. It's the only way to get a broad enough understanding of comprehension to be able to appeal to everyone.
But I'd say just stick to those you connect with; those are usually the ones "worth keeping" in a matter of speaking ^w^

I'm grateful for the people who do make an effort, and especially grateful and humbled by how many of them I have met on this site.

But I wish I had such a dear friend here with me so that we might be happy together, face to face.

I have many good friends here, when I don my charming mask. I'm quite good at public speaking, storytelling, and playing it cool and nonchalant.

But without that masquerade, it sometimes seems like there are a thousand miles between me and the people around me.

I have met a few people in person with whom I at last feel I am not alone. But a literal thousand miles or more always seems to find its way between us. I'm grateful we met. I miss them.