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.’

Uno

The Tickets

I don’t know if this is a petty thing or what, but I will tell it anyway.

Earlier this day, Jogs invited me to the mall. It’s facial day for her. I am broke so I have to wait for her outside. After finishing a book, I have decided to go to the amusement center and play some games and to kill some time while waiting for her. It’s my first time to play in that place since 2011. I have noticed that the kids and kids-at-heart were “ticket-thirsty”–you know, those tickets you have to collect to get a toy doll. What a rip off! It was fun though. 

After 30 minutes, I went back to the skin clinic to fetch Jogs. We went to Starbucks to meet our friend, Carizza. We spent an hour and a half there and decided to go inside the mall because Jogs needs to buy something. 

While walking, I suddenly saw a dozen of the amusement park ticket on the floor. Then I just realized something:

What the brain thinks…the eyes will see.  Not the other way around. 

If I didn’t go to the amusement park 2 hours ago, I wouldn’t notice the tickets or even give a damn to write a blog post about them. Neither Carizza nor Jogs saw them but we all stepped on the same floor. 

I don’t know why these things happen to us. I’m not a brain doctor so I have no answers. 

Is it safe to say that WE ONLY SEE WHAT WE WANT TO SEE?