IMAGINARY REALISM, CONTEMPORARY FIGMENTS, MIDNIGHT SCRIBBLES
Welcome to the fork in the road! Which way do you want to go now?
|PAINTINGS, DRAWINGS||HAND-SCULPTED LEATHER
|Some time back I unknowingly began to
compartmentalize my work, possibly because I have two
distinct audiences, one for my visual art and one for my
masks, with near zip overlap. This funky dimorphism
-- that I still
cannot figure out -- bled through to stain everything it
touched, hampering not only my creative output but also
warping the way I think and attempt to live.
It gave me a nasty shock, to recognize this. I got a second shock, nastier than the first, when I saw the impact it'd had on me, forcing me to juggle modes, constantly switching back and forth/froth just so I could function. After years of being stuck in a weird, perpetual state of hyper-alert exhaustion -- always vexed, usually disoriented, with instinct loudly yelling at me that something was out of skew on a treadle at the mill -- I at last knew why.
So, having victoriously dealt with a few 'ghosts', I'm coalescing -- that's a lovely word, isn't it -- as it were, and getting reacquainted with my Self. But this isn't reinvention. It isn't that simple.
It's flying blind, having to recreate the stolen pages of a vandalized manuscript to bridge the sundered halves with only wisps of memory to go on. I'm pretty sure I'll be cranking out some amusing crap as I grope my way along -- if you can't laugh at yourself first you've got no business laughing at anyone else.
Sturgeon's Law, and all that. That's how exploration and serendipity work/happen.
But there're no maps or signposts ahead, nor any kindly seer-sages to steer me away from The Bad Places, either. There's just me and my Muse. This forgotten turf has overgrown and evolved into a unknown world, Terra Incognita at its purest, most exotic and perilously mysterious.
It's going to be an interesting journey -- no, wait.
It's going to be an adventure, and you're invited to come along. Grab your grip and let's go.
~ Ryl (WINGING IT) Mandus
p.s. take notes; there'll be a pop quiz in the morning.
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