Artistic Checkpoints – Page 2 – Anthropological Magical Realism

Dog Bowl

High-school idiots with beautiful jawlines inspired me to write more than well adjusted adults. Yeah, back when I was 18 and I thought everyone around me was a god and I the only mortal. Now I think it’s easier to live off the land, fish for my food and eat out of a dog bowlContinue reading “Dog Bowl”

Art into Game

Tarot cards mean more to me that art pieces alone. It’s non-pretentious in that it doesn’t inflate its value by making the style scarce, 78 copies all equal quality and miniaturized into a size that fits into your palm. You can play regular cards games or you can play sandbox mode. They’re a workable galleryContinue reading “Art into Game”

Black and White Hotel

My dream was creepy in an interesting way. I saw him nervously and convincingly change his face at me, not only expressions, his entire bone structure morphed before my eyes (must be my projections for a self-proclaimed gemini). I screamed, I rarely get shocked anymore but this dream did it. Art seems to be perpetualContinue reading “Black and White Hotel”

Finding Conclusions

At my first company I had no friends on one did, not really. We were too nerdy to have normal friends, easily bored and all the socially inept engineer cliches. So we were shy as fuck, but I knew from experimentally proven data that authenticity is contagious – so began my strategy in rounding upContinue reading “Finding Conclusions”

The first humiliating steps

Hmmm, writing out my feelings has gotten old. Spectacular alien landscapes is old, splattering makeup in the right locations – amusing but it doesn’t attract your soulmate any better than your normal face could. Eek. Lists are a highschooler’s writing tool. My sentences fall flat. He wanted me to try, walk up to people andContinue reading “The first humiliating steps”

I don’t want this

Whenever something becomes a chore I can’t do it anymore… There is no formula, not to this, to a career, to love, to hope, to running away, to getting over it… so just go at it. The beginning will probably be an ugly mess. A cringy humiliating waste

Fine Art

I don’t know why I forced this but once I force something it uncorks a river and I can then work with that medium relatively freely after that. Forcing things isn’t all bad and it’s usually inspired by love or the searing flame of negative emotions as a result of having nothing to love, (theContinue reading “Fine Art”