The title is exactly what I wrote once, many years ago, upon a mirror in my home. It stayed there a while. Id forgotten that Id done so and it didnt matter much to me anyway, such a concrete fact of life I saw that statement.
Embarrassment, reflection, only came after my mother had apparently found the words. I hadnt meant for anyone to. Shed cleaned the large glass off and replaced it with this simple note in marker. Nothing more complex or fanciful needed to be said.
Perhaps this really isnt art. To me, it is.
These emotions are not unique, though not understood by those whove never felt such extended and deep self-loathing; whove never believed that God was punishing them for anything. This is what I learned, what I say to those who have the misfortune of understanding:
You do not wish to die.
You wish to live.
It is in the absence of life, which you feel so much pain.
God was not punishing me. I was doing that. God was in the moment that someone who loved me saw a bleeding wound and placed a band-aid upon it, rather than another scratch.
I struggle even still.
Maybe one day. Maybe one day.
I share this in part because of a recent illustration by =MaRaMa-TSG which I colored, CatCF: R-E-F-L-E-C-T, colored. I felt if that artist could be brave enough to expose that, then I could this. I have only ever shared this story with one other person and now they can see the tangible form.
That is not all I have to say on the topic however, just...all I have to say at this time.
People like you consistently make me glad that I shared this, strangers even. And yet those who claimed closest friendship often were not there at such times, including when I posted this. So to me, we are less strangers, than they.
Thanks. I enjoy doing fan art and stuff, but sometimes, I wonder where this sort of real viseral material -- the sort of thing art should stem from -- ends up? Sometimes I think I'm crazy for mixing it all together like this, but then I also think it really belongs.
I don't think there could be fan art without the artists take on reality. It's what makes every piece so interesting and so different.
But, I also commend you for having the guts to put this up. It's so "intimate" and not in the way I usually mean it. But, it also gives a real since of grounding to the rest of your art.
Besides, what would the world be without a few crazy people.. DaVinci, Benjamin Franklin, Picaso...
Really, I am filled with gigantic levels of self-hate. Little in my life, particularly contact with humanity, has done much to remove it...but I try and yes, I'm lucky to have Mom. (although the way most ppl hate their parents makes me very unusual there too....guh.)
I need to stop neglecting dA because I miss out on special entries like this one.
While the actual scan may not be art based on today's standards, I believe that the heart-wrenching story behind it is what makes it art. Art is an expression of emotions in its purest form, and in other cases, exploration of a curiosity of those emotions. Well, that's what art is to me... even if a lot of my art is fanart, the emotions in the art are real. I trust you know what I mean.
But, I also commend you for having the guts to put this up. It's so "intimate" and not in the way I usually mean it. But, it also gives a real since of grounding to the rest of your art.
Besides, what would the world be without a few crazy people.. DaVinci, Benjamin Franklin, Picaso...
I like you, too.
You're lucky to have a mother like that
Don't despair, you're a wonderful person even if you yourself can't see that.
While the actual scan may not be art based on today's standards, I believe that the heart-wrenching story behind it is what makes it art. Art is an expression of emotions in its purest form, and in other cases, exploration of a curiosity of those emotions. Well, that's what art is to me... even if a lot of my art is fanart, the emotions in the art are real. I trust you know what I mean.