I am plagued by fear. Inadequacy, failure, the floor collapsing under me in my own flat if I put a bag of frozen peas in the freezer. Discovering a method of transferring even a particle of this fear into something tangible and creative, helps keep the demons slightly quieter than they would normally be.
The world is confusing, frightening, ugly, lonely and dying fast. Sometimes, I find contemplating the pure madness of existence is enough to silence the noise; it sounds like it should induce an entire ant covered fear picnic from us all when contemplating existence, but, for me it is the opposite. Consider how small you are in the eyes of time. How little a lot of things really matter. How much information passes us by in the blink of an eye because we are not shown it. Some would call it staying asleep, I would call it, hitting snooze.
Oh, and I also collage fearful faces, to, you know, cope.
The world is confusing, frightening, ugly, lonely and dying fast. Sometimes, I find contemplating the pure madness of existence is enough to silence the noise; it sounds like it should induce an entire ant covered fear picnic from us all when contemplating existence, but, for me it is the opposite. Consider how small you are in the eyes of time. How little a lot of things really matter. How much information passes us by in the blink of an eye because we are not shown it. Some would call it staying asleep, I would call it, hitting snooze.
Oh, and I also collage fearful faces, to, you know, cope.