Tag : Dreams
I remember when I got this post free card, I was about 12, but already firmly set on the idea that my dreams would come true. I used to look at it and think, this is what I would want my life to be like: surreal, rich with experiences, creative. I wanted to live multiple life times in one. I wanted to create a life of my dreams. And then, as if often goes, life has gotten into […]
I’ve sort of been in a state of artistic melancholia lately (perhaps because of hopelessly dark hours of the year, which I’m spending behind my computer screen, sipping cold coffee). Because of my current life situation, the existential emptiness has really hit me with a triple force this time. It has never been easy going through some life altering changes, and being in between cultures, countries and jobs made it even more difficult, but the recent events of my life […]
I have been wondering what my next artwork would be about and I seem to have so many ideas, but none of them are deep and strong enough yet to really make a great piece. I have been split between wanting to draw something dark, such as despair, longing, strong emotions; or something utopian, light and positive and dreamy. I really like the concept of the Kayne Wests video “Paranoid” as the inspiration, the colors and confused state of mind, […]
Subconcious by Verismaya Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 License Just recently I’ve discovered that the perception and mind of an artist is truly different from other forms of perceiving the wold. All along I believed that other people, just like me, see memories/dreams/thoughts in clear, photographic-alike visions, or in a “video format”, which is then enhanced by feelings. I was therefore really surprised to find out that not everyone sees or imagines things in such a realistic way. This one little detail really […]
Took a walk in Roskilde today, same strange feeling as before, the empty big roads, occasional cars.. makes me wanna drive somewhere, alone, into the blue. Used to imagine myself getting lost in the autobahns, the German highways with no speed limit, somewhere in middle of nowhere, by the woods, the fields, the bright street lights, calling me somewhere, where there is no beginning and no end, no people, no life, just the speed, the freedom, the silence, the never […]
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