Art, Right Brains and Whatever

(this is also written at http://www.iamlegendarby.wordpress.com)

Disclaimer: This is a narcissistic post.

The mind of a right brained person is like a climate shift of cosmic proportions. What a metaphor! Sometimes I do write none-sense just for the sake of it. The right brain. The beautiful right brain. That part of the brain where visions, dreams and colors come to life. Art is formed. Reality is becoming relative. And that is absolute.

 

What did I just say?

 

I don’t know but I am in love with my right brain because my left brain betrayed me years ago (and to talk about that requires major analysis, another weakness of my left brain). And maybe the desire to actually make a blog or a site came from the supernova that popped inside my brain. And recently, this burst of creativity left me sleepless for days. Art was suddenly infused in my bloodstreams,  just like the abundance of acid which is slowly destroying my innermost organs. Am i going to make Youtube videos? Am I going to write poetry? Am I going to take professionally-looking pictures and flaunt them everywhere? I don’t really know what to do, but I want to do them all with equal amounts of focus without losing my minimalist principles (how ambitious)! I don’t want to be a ‘jack of all trades,master of none.” I want to be a Renaissance man, if that is even possible. This is my short term vision.

It’s already 10:30pm–my planned sleeping time for tonight and probably my earliest for this month. Then wake me up if I can’t wake on my own. Art is suffocating. Art is a ‘beautiful nightmare.’

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