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As I've been updating my artist blog and site, I've come back around to express what I'm going through in my mind and my heart, here in my Artist Journal. I like to write. I enjoy the relief of releasing backed-up emotions, thoughts, misunderstandings and revelations. It's like giving the soul a giant overhaul; an ethereal dump, if you will.
Whenever I read other people venting and sharing their rawest inner feelings, I would relate and feel a lot better about myself. I came to accept myself and my circumstances with openness, and eventually with a zero-thought mentality. Meaning, no more attention was paid to it. It just was, now.
I look back at what I've written and published publicly, and I have no regrets. Those words are what they were: a moment in time. I'm not a mechanical heap of a robot that does things without depth, meaning or reason. An artist's ability to feel immensely is a gift. Though it can be a curse at times to go through such intensity, if we learn to alchemize those feelings into what our soul needs, we may yet find salvation.
At times, I do wish I could stop feeling and thinking and just be nothing. Ya know? But I can't, for now. I can only navigate forward and focus on a peaceful stillness.
So, for those who feel shame, regret or unease for feeling so much and expressing it, I say two things. First, don't beat yourself up for being intelligent and able to discern. Second, maybe don't take things too far. A healthy balance is in order, for each of us in our own way.
There is always more to write about as life goes on, but for now, let's switch gears and have some fun. Bring on the AI Art Generations!
