|
|
Let’s talk about it for a minute. I live in a world where my imagination controls my humanity. In this ever present reality where I am sometimes sleeping when I'm awake and sometimes awake when I’m sleep. I imagine the dream world where I look up and see the sandman on his throne, asleep on the job, tired from rounding up the nightmares and placing them all in the far reaches of billions of minds.
I am overwhelmed in beauty as I see some of them slip by and engulf my dreams giving me some reason to get involved and allow others to share in my experience. At times when my illusions control my mind and directs my pencil I see more than what there really is and some may call this madness but I see this as a gift something to tame me in the ways of wisdom beyond my years.
Salvador Dali stated, “The paranoiac sensitivity is a matter of the ability to recognize hidden meanings and significances in the common place.”
I live in a world where ignorance is bliss and the great man in a suit is a hypocritical activist alive in front of the camera and scared under the bed hiding behind healthcare for a vote a chance to kiss the baby and win the citizen. I am so ready to turn off the television and become the social martyr I always knew I was. Then I think to myself, that’s it. That’s why I think as I do. I am possessed with the paranoiac critical activity and these are my triggers to rescue this world with my canvas to spoon feed my designs to those who are so set on the screen.
Would you call this madness? It is possible to think madly with out the luxury of being mad. Wouldn’t you agree the many different ideas that swarm the population? I believe in the words of the many artists before me that challenged me to search the far reaches of my mind the good and the bad to see beyond what I was watching on the screen. The double image phenomenon. Am I mad because as I sit in the bathroom I see more that just water in the tub but a flock of humans on their way to the tub stopper rallying for peace and the escape of media distortion the ever present global mind disorder?
Am I mad because as I sit in church I see more than just a dot on the wall but a leader in the paint ready to speak to his congregation? I see him waiting there like a democratic lion ready to leap into the hearts of the population and to have his followers love and admire him. I can’t be mad. I think of things the way they should be. Am I the only artist that saw more than what there was and allowed their imagination to guide them above the boredom.
Of course not. I figure that those that are bound by hate and discrimination and so quick to judge are actually suffering from the absents of the imagination. The bind of the spirit in the absences of the imagination. In order to obtain the peak of your artistic capabilities I figure you must allow the intersection of the dream world with the reality world. They collide in dreams why not experience the clarity of the two in the actual event of walking in the sharpness of the real world both are located on the same planet wouldn’t you say.
My imagination allows me to become one with my human spirit. Material possession is not the bases of my obsession. Not just because I gave it all away to experience a more open way to live. That’s not madness it’s more than that. My imagination is the key to my humanity. The reason I would want to help the world to become a better place. Even though I know the corruption and hatred makes it harsh and overwhelming. Now I have the ability to reach inside and use the wisdom and patience I have obtained for good. Would you call me mad? I think not. Madness constitutes the common base of the human spirit. Peace and love.
|
1
Tags
You must be logged in to add tags.
|
Writer Profile
sabrina davidson
This user has not written anything in his panorama profile yet.
|
Comments
You must be a TakingITGlobal member to post a comment. Sign up for free or login.
|
|
