Interwebs, please meet my face. Motivated by a recent news article here on dA by someone or other about potentially making dA a nicer place because apparently faces make interaction more 'human'. Sure, if people are nice to begin with, having a more personal connection and a better 'human' experience sounds like a sound hypothesis. However, this can be totally negated by the possibility of non-nice people to begin with. It just gives them more to attack rather than connect with.
So I'm basically putting myself in the hands of people, hoping they're nice
There's an easter wish for you. Or maybe I just really don't care. One or the other. It's bothered me that people aren't able to see what I look like, though, and that I can't see them sometimes. It's not entirely necessary, but again, [insert psychological explanation here] and it's so much easier to talk (chat/comment) with someone when I can envision their facial responses and/or body language. I know that it's not just because I'm an artist who's obsessed with the human form and face; but stemming from a much more base neurological response, probably something to do with mirror neurons that react to the facial expressions of people and reproduce them to a minute degree in one's own complexion, and the thalamus, which acts like a gateway for these interactions, and the like. I can understand the quality of a conversation diminishing if one of the main components in understanding input is missing.
I forgot the name for the scientific study of human emotions and brain reactions and stuff. Is it still psychology? Or is it neurology? I forgot. Anyway, it interests me, so I read about it sometimes.
I kind of distrust my brain. I mean, think about it. How can you ever trust something that is infinitely better at reasoning and faster at it than you, which controls your every action, but only gives you selective bits of information to work with (like a spy agency chain of command)? Not to mention, it works (we think) like a massive mainframe with the aid of the principles of chemistry, physics and mathematics. Chemistry is still sort-of an okay science. But anyone who has dabbled in the dark arts of physics and mathematics will know that these are devious, devious trades, shadowy and sinister and often misleading, hell-hard to get your head around, but addictive, like a supreme narcotic, so you can never really leave them alone. They promise such knowledge but require even more to comprehend. They are comparable to the devil's fruit, except for the fact that religion and science try to steer clear of each other's territories.
This is getting way too tangential. It's almost time for me to sign off.
My art has died a bit, I'm sorry to say. This leaves me a bit disinterested in every other kind of art. Some people work in the opposite manner; their interest in their work is inspired by others'. I, however, become interested in others' work most when I am doing a lot myself. I don't even know what's stopping me from sitting down and doodling something. I looked at my sketchbook from two years ago today; and pretentious as my stuff was then (as per my perception now), I can't help but recognise that I was so much more in control and skilled then. It shames me a bit, that I've let myself slip like this. I don't quite know what to do. I feel like this is no longer an artists' block but a pure and simple decline in practice that may result in me not doing art anymore, and that sounds horrible.
I need to get busy. If you care, don't hesitate to yell at me