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The Anomaly of Ennui
Boredom is a miracle.
Think about it for a moment. Even the most mundane surroundings are inundated with detail, and every piece of stimulus one receives is cloaked in its own set of metadata. That spartan classroom, with only a few posters tacked to the cork-like walls? Information. That lifeless parking lot, bearing row upon row of cars that glitter like beetles in the late afternoon sun? Information. The hallmarks of a room that would imprint in the mind of a stranger the essence of the person who lives there, but familiar and ignored by its occupant? Information.
I have always thought you could propose a great deal about a person from their habitats. Perhaps their chaotic workspace, combined with the myriad of pictures and posters adorning the walls point to a forgetful mind, or one prone to the beneficial curse of sidetracking. Perhaps each haphazard pile of papers and envelopes and lord-knows-what-else represents a tangent. Perhaps organization is relative, and to them, the whirl
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Xeric Dreams
Sometimes I wonder if the desert sleeps.
It is on those nights just bright enough to send static down my spine, or during those hours when the heat is so intense that even sound falls, exhausted and muffled, to the sand. It is when I sit on the mesa's edge, knowing I am, in the simplest sense, alone.
There are so many instances where I feel as if my lone soul is awake in this expanse. I trace my hand along stone worn smooth by the particles in the wind, and I turn my face to the patch of sky visible through the fingers of the badlands's chasms. My bare feet sink into the loose sediment from the last sandstorm, and I climb the rocky spine of a world long dead. My travels go unnoticed by my companions in isolation--my fellow nomads, nocturnal and fleeting, borne upon four paws or two wings or six spindly legs or scales that, like the sandstone my fingers travel over, have been polished by the sand.
Times come when I must remind myself that this was a solitude self-imposed, and an exile s
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Jotunheim
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In the words of a great video game: "Get out of here S.T.A.L.K.E.R."

There's not much to say about myself. I am a female member of the species Homo Sapiens Sapiens, residing on a planet known as Earth. I spend most of my time drawing, writing, researching random things and coming up with lame history jokes. I'm also a trombonist of 7 years. For you fellow psychology geeks, I am an INTP--so be prepared for me to go on 50 million tangents.

When it comes to the realm of art, I mostly do traditional drawings. My digital art is improving, but any tips or critiques are especially welcome. Criticism is my friend, so don't hold back if you have any. I still intend to start uploading some of my sketchnotes; I just haven't gotten around to it.

Welcome to my cave of art and avoidance of social interaction. Enjoy your stay.
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Music is amazing.

Of all art forms I've been exposed to, I can easily say music is my definite favorite. Sure, there are songs and styles I dislike, but as a whole, music does what so many other mediums fail to do.

When playing music, I feel free. Whether it's the pursuit of perfection in a pre-written piece, or going wherever my slide decides to take me in an improvisation, everything else seems to vanish. In those moments, it's just me and my horn, me and the band, me and the rhythm. It doesn't matter what stressors I have in my life, and it doesn't matter what the world around me is doing; all there is, is music. Emotions normally relegated to a background process are given a free space in which they can play, and all my focus can be funneled into one endeavor. As much as I love to joke about romanticized descriptions of "self-expression" and such, music really is a great way to show little piece of yourself to the world.

But even when I'm not the one playing the music, I still find myself in awe of it. A well-composed piece can move me to tears faster than anything else I can think of, and I absolutely love the feeling of finding a song with lyrics that give a voice to a feeling I had but could never explain. There's so much to admire in a great song: musicianship, composition, message, performance. It's incredible.

Another thing I absolutely love about music is its variety. I consider myself to have a pretty broad taste in music, but the more I listen to, the more I realize I haven't even begun to scratch the surface. So many cultures with so many sounds and so many tales to tell. It's crazy, it's overwhelming, and it's awesome.

Really, music is less a way of life to me, as life is a piece of music.
  • Listening to: "I Can Get It Back" by Zack Hemsey
  • Reading: AP exam review books. Fun stuff!
  • Drinking: Dihydrogen Monoxide
Boredom is a miracle.

Think about it for a moment. Even the most mundane surroundings are inundated with detail, and every piece of stimulus one receives is cloaked in its own set of metadata. That spartan classroom, with only a few posters tacked to the cork-like walls? Information. That lifeless parking lot, bearing row upon row of cars that glitter like beetles in the late afternoon sun? Information. The hallmarks of a room that would imprint in the mind of a stranger the essence of the person who lives there, but familiar and ignored by its occupant? Information.

I have always thought you could propose a great deal about a person from their habitats. Perhaps their chaotic workspace, combined with the myriad of pictures and posters adorning the walls point to a forgetful mind, or one prone to the beneficial curse of sidetracking. Perhaps each haphazard pile of papers and envelopes and lord-knows-what-else represents a tangent. Perhaps organization is relative, and to them, the whirlwind of clutter is a well-maintained system of categorization that only they hold the key to. You can hope only to extrapolate, but in doing so, you occupy your mind.

But what causes a human to extrapolate, or ponder, or theorize? Is it some chemical interaction within their brain? Or is it a matter of something more spiritual? What does it even mean to think? And at what point do we draw the line between intelligent and animalistic thought?

Why might someone think about thinking? What is so inherently intriguing about metacognition? Could the ability to recognize one's own thinking, and think about thought, be the defining feature of conscience?

What is conscience? What possesses it? How can we claim something has it if we cannot define it? How can we refer so often to concepts so abstract we do not understand them? Is the degree to which we perceive an idea as abstract relative, and tied to our general knowledge of the universe around us?

What is the universe?
The Anomaly of Ennui
Writing Wednesday #4

I got bored, so I decided to write about boredom, which got me thinking too deeply about how strange boredom is, and... well, you can see where that got me. It's just been one of those days. Too much time to think, yet not enough thinking going on. With how much empty time I am going to have for the remainder of this week and all of the next, I should be able to get some art made--or maybe I'll just keep throwing myself headfirst down the rabbit hole of weird thoughts. I don't know yet.

I don't know sums this whole piece up pretty well. I don't know why I decided to write it. I don't know why I ended up where it did. I don't know why I'm still typing this description...
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Rereading Station Eleven and holy crap, how did I forget how good it was!? Highly recommended!
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Patterns 1
I really like coming up with simple little designs like this. These particular ones are based off some of the small details of a story I've been working on for a while.
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Music is amazing.

Of all art forms I've been exposed to, I can easily say music is my definite favorite. Sure, there are songs and styles I dislike, but as a whole, music does what so many other mediums fail to do.

When playing music, I feel free. Whether it's the pursuit of perfection in a pre-written piece, or going wherever my slide decides to take me in an improvisation, everything else seems to vanish. In those moments, it's just me and my horn, me and the band, me and the rhythm. It doesn't matter what stressors I have in my life, and it doesn't matter what the world around me is doing; all there is, is music. Emotions normally relegated to a background process are given a free space in which they can play, and all my focus can be funneled into one endeavor. As much as I love to joke about romanticized descriptions of "self-expression" and such, music really is a great way to show little piece of yourself to the world.

But even when I'm not the one playing the music, I still find myself in awe of it. A well-composed piece can move me to tears faster than anything else I can think of, and I absolutely love the feeling of finding a song with lyrics that give a voice to a feeling I had but could never explain. There's so much to admire in a great song: musicianship, composition, message, performance. It's incredible.

Another thing I absolutely love about music is its variety. I consider myself to have a pretty broad taste in music, but the more I listen to, the more I realize I haven't even begun to scratch the surface. So many cultures with so many sounds and so many tales to tell. It's crazy, it's overwhelming, and it's awesome.

Really, music is less a way of life to me, as life is a piece of music.
  • Listening to: "I Can Get It Back" by Zack Hemsey
  • Reading: AP exam review books. Fun stuff!
  • Drinking: Dihydrogen Monoxide

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cornflower-sea Featured By Owner 6 days ago
I appreciate that you have taken actions
that are considered as positive acknowledgement of my art,
and I will simply leave it at that.
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AnalyticArt Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Glad to have acknowledged it. You are most welcome.
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catloversjt Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2017   Writer
thanks for the fave <3 I really appreciate it and I hope you have a wonderful week!
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AnalyticArt Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! A nice week to you as well!
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catloversjt Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2017   Writer
thanks!
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CharmQuark Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017
Thanks for the fave, fellow INTP.  :brofist:
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AnalyticArt Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
You're most welcome! :D
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UmiMizuno Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2017  Student General Artist
thanks for the fave :D
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AnalyticArt Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome!
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ReaperBunny Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the fave :)
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