So I Was Just Thinkin'

FOR THOSE EASILY OFFENDED :if your easily offended chances are you easily offend others  routinely.

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is anecessary ingredient in living.”-Doctor Sues. My imagination  happens to extend to the idea that everyoneon  earth can serve their purpose to eachother. However, who is it that decides how happy you become in reference tothese people  we call our neighbors, oursisters, our  brothers, our family? Peoplein my opinion pose a coy problem within my soul. They  are always interrupting  my thoughts. These humans  never quite can ascertain the meaning of justsimple disappearing for a certain amount of time. The idea  that we,  and therefore  I, can never be fully alone,  makes my  heart heavy in despair. 

Collage self portrait  (unfinished,  soon to  be)

Sure you could  assumeto  yourself that I am a simple case ofantisocialism. However, I find it more lays within the reaches of my inabilityto need to presence of  others anylonger. I do  understand the benefit ofhuman contact. However  there is  so little space left on earth for any one person to  be guaranteed not to collidewith another  human being. Therefore I feel  as though a solid few months or so to rejuvenate the soul, to be free from socialconvention, the eyes of  spectators towhich most likely do  not care  nor have opinions  yet whose opinionswe invent and play within our heads constantly and therefore judge our actionsunto ourselves  within those parameterswe  can feel come from  society and those who reside in it itself.

Would you  not agreethis statements relevance to such a topic as I  have so candidlypresented? “Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originalitywill ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (withoutcaring two pence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out often, become original without ever having noticed it.” ― C.S. Lewis, MereChristianity. Quite  certainly we see howthe  ideas we are surrounded withand  the thrusts of  the world press and congeal our minds  to substitute our  own freedom. Our world  and such the people  within it, reside inside a plastic bottle towhich  the inside label tells us willonly  allow slight bursts of fresh airto  ignite within our  lungs. How so? Well they give us paint brushes to paint the scenery towhich  we never truly experience butsimply document to  turn into knowledgeand not a memory. They gave us music to avoid the singing of the birds, theflowing of the brooks, the harmony of the melody the wispy wind provides. For wasn’tthat just the annoyance? They provided dance, on hard floors, with specialshoes and  sparkles and stiff  poignant skirts with rigid lines; this to replace the rehearsals with the grassyfloors.

Our feet once  upon atime could play notes into the  earth’ssurface, dance with the  wind, and feelthe  scenery  before we saw it.

People. They evolve into things greater. They become better. More  advanced. However, simply only if yourdefinition of advancement is  replacingone good thing for another of similar and slightly ostentatious  qualities with  increased marketability.  For you cannot  market the music  of your backyard  now can you?  Simplicity  has vanished. The earth, the trees, the flowers,the  birds see no need in improvement andadvancement.” Nature does not hurry yet everything is  accomplished..”(-Unknown) Simplicity isreplaced with dissatisfaction. Who’s to blame? People.

Just  get rid of thepeople who  think shoes are a must.  Who believe that the  sky is just up.  And who will take a  photo  of a beautiful thing before they see it. Thosewho regard peripheral vision as just what your eyes leak to you as you pivotyour head.  Those people who agreeit  is logical to build  one house upon another, simply because theone underneath was not sufficient to such standards they did not decideregardless. Get rid of those people.  Placeme on an island somewhere with nothing but a good book to  read over and overagain  until the words sing themselves throughthe trees I walk next to and voice new stories from the branches I form withinmy dreams;  then I’ll be happy. Then my ssoul may feel alive once more  as itwas  before I left the womb. People,people are the problem. Now  one person…just  one. Now that’s simple.

 

We Need A New Color

We Need a New Color

Written By: Baylee Rae Mann

Color shows the intensity on
her face we find in her eyes
(Photograher Unknown)

An imagination is one of rapid and increasing possibilities. An artist’s imagination is never satisfied. I, an artist have an imagination never satisfied and often bored by color. Not due to the fact that it lacks impact, I love color though with the right lines you can create a picture with intense color with nothing but a stroke of black India ink. Color with shape, shape with emotion, emotion then art. Some artist use color to show their emotion while others use strokes to bring to life and object whether living of still. Though, we all know just how easy it commences a body to be alive yet immobile.

There are only so many colors to choose from. While they are a wide variety they seem lonely. We have been using the same basic colors for over 1,000 years and though we reinterpret them and add hues of yellow or green to change their intensities we overuse them. You are able to view a color and tell exactly what era it was produced in. A mint green on a car is associated with the 50’s. The hue matches the time. Though, I find I have run out of colors to be amazed of. “All you need is love.” “All this world needs is a little love.” Well, I am of full conviction that this entire world, though beautiful, could use new primary color.

The lines convey
the mood without
needing to show us detailes.
(Unknown Artist)

Just think what we could do with it? Ok, did you think about it for a while? Alright so here is what is so immaculate about another primary color. (1)It’s primary. This means that at least 3 new colours could be made with it and hues more than we can count of each of those.(2) clothing. Fashion designers would go completely insane with new ideas and color pallets to work from. Each color has a mood or aroma to it. You base this off of your design or vice versa. A new color with a new mood could allow for anything we can think of for another 1,000 years with nothing to bore us. Perhaps style wouldn’t be recycled as much if this were so. Sort of like the moment they discovered we could wear the colors on a parrot instead of only the ones on the sheep we just sheered.(3) my most favorite thing in the world would be able to convey new ideas and feeling just as clothing designers fetched their ideas from this color. To be able to feel on paper that one emotion you just couldn’t write or show on paper in any form useful. A new color is a new highway of expression.



Black and white is so popular
becuase it forces the veiwer to
focus on the emotion of
the subject and not
be distracted b
the emotion of the color.
(Photogrpher Unknown)

Contour lines provide movement
and sow vibrations of feeling.
(Photographer Unknown)

This world needs a new color. A breath of whipping air, feet dipped in soil and not sand, and hearts made from another color besides red. Though, red is my favorite color, a color of passion, it does not hold every feeling the heart possesses. I ask you, if the heart is red and blue, than what color is it in our chests as it beats. What is the color that rushes through our veins and fills our lips with lust and our fingertips with movement and creation? Not two of the most well distributed colors on earth. No, it is the color we have not found yet on a random insect to be found in 100 years by a scientist on an island someplace. Whenever the colors were being created, I believe we received almost all of the ones we needed. Though there is one to represent one emotion we haven’t found yet. Maybe never will.

This World While Beautiful, Needs a New Color