Vertiginous duality ~ or ~ The edge
Something about the artistic temperament loves an edge, a place to hang over so one can stare down into the horrid black-eyed abyss of nothingness and say neener neener. Came across a great quote from that one guy:
Vertigo is the conflict between the fear of falling and the desire to fall.
~ Salman Rushdie
Art is like that: vertigo. Hanging on the edge and wanting to fall but knowing that if you do, you will die, smashed into bug-guts. Is death so bad? I don’t know. If I ever died before I don’t recall it. Some people say you live after death. I hope they’re right but can’t say myself.
Why does everything always come down to two? Faith or not. Death or not. Life or not. It’s the in-between area where art is made, the liminal zone, the threshold between two choices or two beings, or two ifs, that dizzying arena on the edge of everything where everything is an edge and everything cuts you.
Art is blood and dust.
Long live art. God bless artists.
Hang on, let go,
LWIII
LW111
When Artists produce a body of work that is 9 parts them and 1 part ink and paper, They are inviting people to critique their very selves and not a piece of paper with words upon it.
Scary.
Logic coming into play, would suggest, some you win some you lose, or feeback to use as a tool, to hone your skill.
Some people who have mass appeal, may have stumbled upon a *winning formula* Pffft personally give that a wide berth. Nothing from their very soul there!!!
Logic never came into play with fear.
For myself. Choice of three
Life….Death… or worse Limbo.
The inbetween realising you are going to die acute sensory overload (great for inspirational thinking) and the blissful giving into nothingness(great for inspirational thinking) is preferable to the transitional state of limbo. (a natural instinct to conserve energy) not so great for inspirational thinking
Great artists need the Adrenalin Rush to inspire them.
I wish i wasn’t so scared of precarious places myself…Mentally my head is always in high places…in reality my feet stay firmly planted on the ground
I want to be an Adrenalin Junkie..I admire Artists their bravery.
Hang on to letting go.
Whoooosh Splatt…another story.
Truly.
Hey Truly, thanks for the truly great comment on the artistic process. Limbo ain’t so great, but artists gotta go there too, darnit. It does get kind of scary telling the truth for once, which most people don’t get to do, so even though it can be scary, artisticness ain’t so bad.
Love and thanks,
LWIII
this gave me flash backs to a vision i got during rieki 1. I was being pushed over a cliff face and yet there was nothing to land on or land in. Like Alice in a way but there wasn’t any falling.
suddenly there was a bat then a lion. the lion tore at my face (three or four cuts from the claws) and then roared at me.
what was weird was like the fear i had at the cliff face was gone. i no longer had fear in the face of the lion. I just looked it. and the lion became afraid of me.
i think that is what artists do ~ they stare at fear so long and hard that fear becomes afraid of them…
xx bern
Well, there you go again Azyh, saying something that strikes deep into my heart. Your fear quote is going into the Extracto, as well as onto Twitter.
That dream is so cool. Facing down the lion. Hope to read your story based on that someday. It could be almost a fable.
Much love and thanks!
LWIII
i got a few stories i need to do for you now. the bear one is still on my mind and i will add this lion one to the list.
I didn’t think about doing it as a story, thanks
but now i think about it, isn’t that what Timothy did? so really this is your idea, about facing fear
xx azyh
Facing fear is not an original idea with any of us, alas and yay, but you are the only one who ever said, “Artists stare at fear so long and hard that fear becomes afraid of them.”
Glad to hear the story idea struck a nerve, Azyh. Your vision does remind me of some kind of fable or fairy tale, the bat that became a lion and cut your face three times (remember numbers are always important in fairy tales) and then you looked and looked and looked…
xoxo!