In my room I have a least twenty old sketchbooks. Piled up in a nearby corner. The tower of Babel made of paper and translated thoughts. These are my physical records. My drawings, my feelings, my renditions, and my opinions of the globe. All people of all race of all gender of all age have them. Something as complicated as a data report or as simple as tally marks. I think that when we commit something to memory it reaches a new stage in its existence. It gets broken up by different minds with different points of view.
Death and nonexistence are two very contrasting ideas. Death is a name to give things that stop working. Nonexistence seems to be just that, an Idea. To me, everything exists even in death, it just mutates to a different form. The records only seem lost or forgotten, but they’ve just gotten to their new destination.I don’t know where things go after that, but in today’s society there are more than just old photos to remember things by. That is why I draw and write.
This is why I do what I do, to remind myself of the uncertainties, to make myself immortal. Everyone want's to be immortal, from scum brains and junkies to halfway heros and misunderstood gods. It may not always be a attention grabbing immortal or a fame loving immortal. But everyone wants a peice of themselves to keep going, whether through their reputation, through their kids, or ect. It's a nice thing to be remebered. Although Ironically I hate attention. Every artist wants to be immortal, or at the very least a piece of themselves. We sit there and we toil over thoughts and we shell out big bucks for art school and we strive for inspiration. Art I think is a way to proove that we exsist. Proof of being there, being human. THIS IS HOW I FELT, SPETMBER 9TH. THIS IS WHAT I THINK ON OCTOBER 3RD. THIS IS WHEN I WENT THERE, APRIL 28TH .
We want to stay in a certain stage as long as we can before we all become dust.
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