A fine art and cooking blog by Darren Daz Cox. I am the greatest artist in the world, next to my soulmate Holly (Chef Chauvinist Piglette). We are resident artist's at the Speakeasy Art Center in Pekin Illinois.
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Keansburg, NJ - Dearborn, MI Peoria, IL - Carbondale, IL Ft. Lauderdale, FL - Columbus, MS Repulse Bay, HK - Exeter, UK
"I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people." Vincent Van Gogh
"Love is the answer" John Lennon
This site is also the digital home of Youdle the bear and GoBzine my free snail mail art zine company!
I am the blueberry that you saw
in that big old spiderweb
I dangle in random absurdity
like some strange poem you might have read...
My Best Poem
how precious are dreams
that logical themes
quote facts in attempt to deny you
that magical day, when you can say
I believed!
and that's why they ARE true!
Thesis Statement I like art, I do art,
I do art all the time,
I do alot of art
and when I'm not
sometimes I write a rhyme!
LOVE IT SO MUCH! Sand 'tween my toes
and minimal clothes
make for fun in the sun
yeah you know it!
but the seashore at night
is a sensual sight
as the moonbeams
sow love seeds for poets!
Time Time is a weird thing
goes sooo slow when yer
waiting for the bell to ring
goes fast on Christmas
and sunny days
and when you're in love
it compresses and strays,
time is elastic
and sometimes like glue
but it's never wasted
when I talk to you!
Artists
all great artists seem full of doubt
there is too much inside
and not enough out
but each piece of art
makes someones day,
perhaps our souls
need it that way.
kharmalade
Would this have made
a good last day?
did I accomplish
any kharmalade goal?
did I climb some sunsetted peak
by the bay
to placate my expectant soul?
no, but i did take a second
to look around
like that dude
with his own Iron Chefs,
and in that infinity portal
i'll go as a mortal
suspecting it's all for the best....
SOMETHING GOOD
I remember something good
back when days
unfolded like
a grand adventure should.
I don't want to just fit in
be functional like some machine,
I want a purpose
need the wind
to blow the scent of fortune
on my skin.
Are you of that small percent
who cannot fold
who will not bend
who takes a soul and strips it bare
not because you can
but because it's there... ?
You Is You
You are you and that is good
you may not be what they say you should
or be that which you cannot be
and you wouldn't want to be like me
but I see you as you and so
if you see me unmasked say "yo"
"what makes Me me is all unique
what makes us Us makes us complete"
I Artist i sometimes wonder
if it is so
that I am an artist
simply because i say so was I born with talent
to write or to paint?
a prodigy perhaps? there's no doubt that I aint not a leader or lackey no big money schemes but an artist resulting from having big dreams they say visualise what you want to be regardless of what people say and all will come true quite possibly maybe some happy day!!
THE DANDYLION STAR Amongst the speckled field of black
I saw the dandylion star
it winked at me and I winked back
and sent that wish up far,
the other stars looked more like gems
like diamonds stuck in tar,
but I liked the mellow
glow of the yellow
wonderful dandylion star.
like crystal fish the others sit
cold like a platinum bar,
but how can you miss when you make a wish upon the dandylion star?
WE TWO STARS We two stars
burn so intense
without pretence or fuss
and what would we say
if somewhere far away
someone made a wish upon us?
for the darker the night
the brighter the light
that shines for every face
so get up and stay
in the vast milky way
and add your light to the space!
TinEye.com, It’s not perfect yet (my art isn’t indexed yet *wah*) but it sure is satisfying to find a larger sized image of a great piece of art you stumble across!
…and here’s some of my art (on this blog it’s generally 500 pixels wide but I have larger versions out there too and would like Tin Eye to index my stuff so people can quickly find a larger size so they print it out or make it a quality desktop pic!).
"She had no use for my heart" Fine art by Darren Daz Cox, pencil and then the liquify filter in Photoshop.
There was a time when I wished life was like the 1988 John Carpenter movie They Live, a world subverted by an obvious non-human enemy that you could just take up arms against, kick their ass – (forget the bubblegum) and then ‘win’.
How excellent it would be to just blow away endless groups of zombie alien yuppy pukes who control the world.
Thi$ is your God
Then I found out there really is a group of un-humans running the world, dumbing down people by re-enforcing, with endless repetition, our most primitive desires to fight, fuck and run away, and shellacking a snide veneer of sarcasm to anything spiritual as they enforce the worship of symbols like flags and a few books over human lives.
Then I found out that it’s us who are allowing ‘them’ to subvert us, they are the tangible reflection of the lessons we need to learn, without them we cannot learn to come together and fight, spiritually, for what is necessary for us to survive. Remember the scene in They Live when Rowdy Roddy Piper and Keith David are beating the shit out of each other? Keith doesn’t want to put the glasses on because they are a symbol of change, he just wants to be a "good German" like most everyone else, but you don’t learn by just being a follower.
The only way to end, for good, dictatorships of all flavors is for a majority of people to stand up and not allow it to happen. Yes, that sounds simplistic, but it is the only way. You have to overcome the fear of death and the fear of losing your loved ones, the fear of losing everything that gives you comfort. You have to make a stand and stop driving in the middle of the road or you will have a wreck eventually. Look inside, meditate, find that inner strength and the world will be a better place.
Oh man, this is crazy, a painting by Albert Pinkham Ryder didn’t sell at auction! and then the website that pointed this out didn’t even do a spell check. Why are people allowed to buy art by the mighty Albert Pinkham Ryder anyway? isn’t it a national treasure by now?? Well, i know there are a billion or 5.9 billion more pressing concerns than this painting, but come on, what’s the world coming to when this painting didn’t sell?
Welcome to the best art blog on the internet, did I mention that I am the best artist in the world? Not only in the world but the universe and not just the universe, the best artist in all the infinite parallel dimensions! I might not be a household name or have achieved acclaim, fame and/or fortune in this universe, but I’m still the best and greatest artist that has ever lived! Wait, where are you going? Art is subjective so we are all allowed to say what I said above!!
I’m still cranking out the stuff for my new art zine called GoBzine, which by the way I own gobzine.com and have for quite a while! I was the first person to have the word gobzine indexed in google and over the years there have been several other gobzine things pop up, as weird as that sounds since I totally thought I invented the word!
Here’s a pic of one of the centerfolds in the new gobzine (minus the 99daz.com !)
Spring frolic girl centerfold for the new Go B Zine. Psychedelic and trippy art!.
I enjoy re-interpreting the standard themes in art, in this case (above), the ever popular landscape.
I used oil paints on canvas with glue and glitter. It has quite a lot of texture that doesn’t quite show here.
It’s a strange but beautiful painting to my eyes.
Yea My latest sculpture! starfish painted gold and gold painted rods, easy to re-arrange and make new star systems!
I love the unfinished 100 year old wood walls of my house!
The book ECOTOPIA by Ernest Callenbach (1975)( ISBN 0-553-10489-6 ) is a favorite of mine, I found it in a used book shop many years ago and re-read it every few years, luckily my memory is anti-eidetic when it comes to literature which allows me to enjoy novels over and over!
Ecotopia is a fast paced sci-fi story extrapolating the environmentalism movement and it’s quest for a political and cultural solution. This book is more than just a poetic guess based on an a current trend though, it is solid research, suggestions and solutions and fun. This book just gets more and more relevant as the years go by.
This available as free e-book download but has been removed. I’m sure you can find it though!
~*I Am Green – pencil and markers – Illustration by Darren Daz Cox*~
“Human beings will be happier – not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That’s my utopia.”
Romance, not the kind that is forced upon modern westerners each February 14 but the idea of living a life that isn’t so humdrum, it’s a factor in art that people do not often address in their own artistic lives. I’m 20 years into my adult art career, most of it as a ‘starving’ artist, sometimes literally as one. If I had wanted to sell a painting I would have, and I will, but I had to have a biography that wasn’t just a list of art shows and awards. I know that’s how the game is played, and I know the consequences for not playing by the rules, but I don’t want to be one of these ‘my day job is more important’ artists. The Moon and Sixpence, the fictionalized account of Paul Gauguin by Sommerset Maugham is a great novel (here’s a link to download the whole novel (legally!) for free wheee!) Have you noticed that Gauguin, Van Gogh et al all knew their work was great and persevered on their personal path of discovery regardless of their sales? Did they ever make a conscious effort to make art that was like the paintings that were being sold? No, of course not because if they had we wouldn’t know who they are, they’d be like most of the artists you know today. It doesn’t make them better people to be ‘romantic’, and it doesn’t make them fools who couldn’t cash in on their talents while they lived, it just made them ahead of their time. I know you have to pay the rent and feed your kids and that makes you a good decent person but you can’t be good and decent and romantic in the Paul Gauguin sense and that’s why you might be stuck at a particular level in your art. I just want to point out that when you die, I hope you are totally proud of your art and have inspired some people. "Did you have a good life before you died? Enough to base a movie on?" – Jim Morrisson
Welcome to 99daz.com the most popular, famous and beloved art blog from West Peoria Illinois, dimension az6d3xe (the dimension where Vincent Van Gogh cut part of his ear off because Paul Gauguin made him so exasperated, if this is not your home dimension please push this quantum button * to return to galactic station Alpha.) natives of this planet will now have their memories wiped and again think they are the only planet with life in the entire universe, which is the reason why they don’t have The Sha Na Na Show on DVD like the rest of the universe does.
Speaking of Sha Na Na, I always loved their version of The Rays "Silhouettes" and especially the lines
Rushed down to your house with wings on my feet.
Loved you like I never loved you my sweet.
I have drawn wings on people feet ever since, I even have a wing tattoo on my ankle haha! So here is the nude angel taking off to fly in the clouds illustration I drew today, remember that nudity in classical art means truthfulness and angels, to me, represent truth, or at least a step above our mortal failings.
And on another art topic, the mighty and awesome Charie Magoo asked me to elaborate and opine upon the use of glue as an art material. so here’s what came to mind. Acrylic paint is just plastic bits in a solution (that dries) with pigment in it, and glue (elmers, white glue anyway) is the same (only it doesn’t dry quite as clear) so you can put pigment in white glue and it dries with a color in it. It is fun to add glue over wet acrylic paint and when it dries it cracks the acrylic in excellent textures!
I rarely put glue with oil paint though, as glue and acrylics will not last as long as oil paints and to me they don’t seem as subtle as light doesn’t go through acrylics as well as it does through oils which is why oil paintings have a luminescence (because light shines through the layers with pigment and bounces off the white primer below). Glue diffuses the light and it’s a flatter effect which can be a good contrast!
With oil paints I prefer to use more natural accents such as salt (same way as you salt watercolors for speckle texture, it works with oils too!)
Sometimes life is just too awesome when it comes to art. I put salt on some ‘stormy spring’ oil paintings I’m working on in the basement, over the blue oil paint layer that was the rainy sky, and today the salt crystals turned into drops of water from the humidity, the effect is so beautiful so I will now attempt to photograph them BRB.
cat watching the storm, oil painting with salt that turned into water drops!
I paint and sculpt in my dreams as well as fly in spaceships, have gratuitous sex, fight zombies and save the world by being a secret agent. It makes sense to me that if I have to pee while I am asleep and dreaming that I will dream of a toilet or if I’m hungry I will dream of food but how come the toilets and even the food are strange versions of the real thing?
I’ve seen a toilet a million times and they all pretty much look the same but the ones in my dreams are weird contraptions in unlikely places and even the food doesn’t make sense like the other day I dreamt I was eating chocolate on a stick, which I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen or have even heard of before except maybe fondue which this was not.
I often dream I’m going to see a cool heavy metal or punk band in concert, which makes sense as that can be wish fulfillment, but when I actually see the band play they aren’t playing any songs I recognize, in fact I’m pretty damn sure my brain is making up the songs as I dream, but why tell me I’m about to see Judas Priest and then not let me hear one of their songs I’ve heard a zillion times?
The other night I dreamt I was an FM radio DJ, which I was back in the day, so this could be some memories resurfacing, but when I went to play an Iron Maiden album, my dream showed me that the song title was "Mongolia" which is not an actually song title but close to one of my favorite songs I listen to often, Ghengis Kahn.
The other night and many times before, I dreamt I was at a book store but none of the books were familiar, There was a comic that had a hero on the cover that looked like Moon Knight, one of my favorite Marvel characters, but it wasn’t called Moon Knight and the art wasn’t by Bill Sienkiewicz (which tells you how long it’s been since I stopped reading comics haha). I had a similar null-deja-vu with the UK comic 2000AD, which I read for years and years, in my dreams the characters and stories were totally different wbich gave me the weird feeling of being amnesiac rather than thrilled that there was a story I hadn’t read.
My friend David proposed that the brain is compartmentalized and the part that deals with actual things like song titles etc is shut off while you sleep, but why can I remember people and my combat boots? Wouldn’t I be wearing some weird things like slippers with peacock feathers on my feet rather than good old fashioned combat boots? Dave also suggested that my brain tried to fill in some bits as I woke up.
The weird thing is that when I do wake up I usually have a song in my head that definitely wasn’t playing in my dream!!! I guess my subconscious is so punk rock I don’t use anybodies stuff but my own!
Here’s what I drew today while I mused this at work. An anngel tickling me with a feather while I sleep!
awesome pencil sketch by Darren Daz Cox the coolest artist in the world!
Astrology explained in a simple way. This has nothing to do with the series of books that probably has one titled something similar.
The simpliest way I can think of to define astrology is to compare it to a role playing game, a RPG. If you’ve ever played a fighter, a magic user or an elf, the chances are you are already well familiar with the fundementals of astrology.
The planets/moons/comets etc move around in set patterns, that’s how we can predict a full moon and even rare events such as an eclipse. We know that gravity is the reason why the moon doesn’t take off and visit Mars and why Venus doesn’t go visit Alpha Centari or the Horsehead nebula, they’re stuck in set patterns and so are you.
Say that your RPG character is an elf who is good at archery, your stats are high in dexterity and you have good eyesight so if you practice with your bow and arrow you’re likely to get really good, or at least better than a character who is better at casting spells. The elf can choose, of his own free will, to put aside the bow and practice casting spells but the majority of them would try to master the skills that come naturally first and perhaps dabble in other disciplines on the side.
Ok, now make a list of possible RPG character choices, fighter, cleric, ranger etc and assign a certain time to them such as Monday at 8am- fighter, tuesday at 4pm – magic user, wednesday at 5pm – elf archer etc.
When you are born, the exact day and time, determines what character you are most likely to be best at. That’s it.
If you asked a dozen legitemite astrologers to tell you about yourself and you only gave then your exact time of birth and where you were born, the chances are that all 12 can tell you exactly what RPG character you are, whether it be an elf archer of a human magic user. It’s not woo-woo guessing it’s just doing the math.
The forces, such as gravity that affect the planets is affecting you too, and depending on when you were born, that influence increases and decreases in cycles. Since the planets are a constant, certain guesses can be made when predicting the future with horoscopes. Say you were born in May and May is when Venus (I’m just guessing so don’t quote me) is closest to Earth and thus affecting it the most, so every May you’ll be under the influence of Venus and because that’s your birthday it has the greatest influence on you rather than the guy who was born in November when say Mars is closest to earth (just an example not validated!).
Once again, the affects of the planets are well known and mankind has had many many generations to proove this. We all know that some people tend to act more intensely when the moon is full, it’s not something paranormal, it’s literally the template that your body was created under based on when you were born.
The template of a fair skinned individual is more likely to allow you to become sunburned than the template of a darker skinned individual, but wether or not you stay out in the sun too long is your free will, astrology can’t tell you what you are going to do, no one can.
Astrology in terms of predictions merely tells you that (metaphorically) the sun will be brighter on a certain day and fair skinned people might want to wear a hat on that day. That’s it.
Now, to end this with a thought that many astrologers would agree upon, your soul chose the exact time to be born.The template that affects your body and mind was one that you chose….
The White Elephant under the Moon by Darren Daz Cox
acrylic paints on canvas 24×36, the moon also has ‘glow in the dark’ paint inside!
It was a random painting, but i feel there is some meaning in there…
I was in college (common theme in my dreams still even though I graduated in ’99) walking briskly through rooms and coridoors as you generally do in a large college until I saw a group of elevators. One elevator had a sign by it and while it wasn’t specifically targeted to me (I don’t remember what it said, in fact i don’t think it said anything) I got on that elevator.
Feeling like a tourist but not caring, I figured I’d just see where this ended up. The elevator started on floor 1 and the floors it went to were floor 2 and floor 20. We travelled up to floor 20 where it was outside, a park like setting but with huge huge stone buildings. They were beautiful and majestic like a late renaissance painting of Venice, a jade green stone domed building that was a ruin, but not in a tragic way, a beautiful ruin like the Acropolis or Colluseum. The other buildings were being used as art studios, one was full of marble sculptures – wow!
I walked closer and saw that there was art everywhere, I remember carefully navigating ivory carvings and pottery until I reached a group of angular lampshade shaped glass modern art sculptures. There was a man there and we discussed the aescetic qualities of the sculptures. then i woke up…
The painting is called "Flicker of Dreams" it is acrylic paint on canvas and was in 2000 AD by Darren Daz Cox <-Me!
"Shared my secret with a few of my friends, should have kept quiet ‘cos they’re laughing again" – Belly Jean by McRackins
Damn, I have to re-write this post from scratch because for the first time, ever, WordPress didn’t save what I was writing and logged me off. It makes sense why that happened because what I’m going to share with you is a crack in the egg of reality, and the world will try to prevent me from sharing it with you. But sometimes life is one guy vs. the rest of the universe.
The McRackins are a Canadian pop punk band that was formed in 1994. Their song and album titles revolve around egg puns (i.e. "Bat Out of Shell") They have had approximately 70 releases from over 30 different record labels.
The McRackins nearly always play live in full costume and made up to look like two eggs and a dog. The band claims that they were transformed from men to two eggs and a dog and given super pop-punk powers as the result of a freak nuclear accident. Since then, twin eggs Bil (guitar, vocals), Fil (bass) and dog Spot (drums).
I noticed that this song didn’t make the McRackins top 100 list on last.fm, well, there are alot of great Mcrackins songs. But it looks like, other than me, no one has listened to the song at all! I know it’s a rarity but it’s not that rare! It’s on Amazon.com!!!
You might think, oh well maybe it’s a spelling mistake problem, but the search for "Belly Jeans" Mcrackins only gets three hits, all for listings for the CD and the song is Belly Jean not Belly Jeans.
last year I wrote Bil McRackin, the guy/egg who wrote the song, and even he didn’t consider it a ‘hit single’, he remembered writing it and quoted the lyrics, and while he had a sense of pride about it he considered it a rariety that didn’t make the cut for one of their regular albums but it might be included in a rarities CD one day.
"My Belly Jean she means the world to me, my Belly Jean if you could only see, could i be that lucky guy, you can’t say I never tried"
I loved this song the moment I heard it, it has all the elements of a perfect pop-punk song including the 5 second guitar solo and catchy chorus, even lalala’s hehe! and now it seems a miricle I ever found the MP3 in the first place, I downloaded the MP3 from Napster back before it was illegal to do so. Weirdly, some years later, I knew a girl called Jean who this song totally makes me think of, in some ways it’s the best memory I have of her, or rather it makes me remember her in the best possible way.
Do you ever get that feeling that the world makes things just for you? "a ten pin bowling ball, she threw a strike like it was nothing at all.."
Words can’t really describe how grateful I am for this song, even if I am literally the only person who has cared enough to write about it on the internet, I might not have seen a ufo or had any paranormal encounters but do I have a glimpse into the magical way this world works when you take the learned suggestions of Dannion Brinkley to heart, inspire, be inspired and appreciate (and you’ll understand the meaning of life a little more).
Anyway, my new zine Go B Zine, is a labor of love and while it’s slightly behind schedule and has an initial print run of less than a dozen, that doesn’t mean that it might not be the coolest art ‘zine ever! My goal is to do art that gets to the right person at the right time, like I discovered Belly Jean by McRackins I want someone to pick up my zine and get that feeling that I wrote it for them, that they are the reason I wrote it and while no one else seems to think much about it, they love it regardless of how obscure it might be.
The model for the girl on the horse in the upper left corner was Jean!
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
I am done with this painting except to sign it and maybe a detail here and there but essentially done. I was wondering if you had seen anything like this before? I know I haven’t and I’ve seen a lot of art. I am not necessarily making art just to be different but it just turned out that way!
There is a bigger version on my Flickr account, click the pic below!
Fine art by Darren Daz Cox, Pekin Illinois
I am currently working on more paintings in a similar style and hope to find an art gallery that would be willing to sell them so I could support myself with my art.
I usually remember my dreams, during the day I wish I could have prophetic dreams and become a guest on paranormal radio shows spreading my message of the brotherhood of man but my dreams are usually more like parables or low budget BBC movies.
The dream before the last one I barely remember but one thing lingers, a guy had an idea to turn an LP record player into a sewing machine only it would revolve at fifty thousand rpms not 33 or 45. One of my friends made me a coat, it was just the outside part and I figured I’d put a liner in eventually.
I was with a girlfriend, I just wanted to have sex with her, my needs were immediate and she wasn’t too cooperative but it seemed like the moment would come eventually and it was pleasing just being around her. We were at her parents home, and by home I mean a huge country estate, two estates actually, one was her dad’s the other her mothers. It was in the middle of a huge forest and the shade of the trees cast shadows over the high ivy covered walls of the mansions.
I joked that we should send her parents to live in Florida and we could live at the estates by ourselves, she didn’t think that was too funny. So, as a cheesy BBC drama might have it, I ended up marrying her and we had a modest house with a dark spooky forest behind us. We were in the back yard and this almost naked guy who looked liked a mythelogical satyr walked by heading to the forest. I was thinking what weirdo neighbors I had but he came over and talked about making bows, I saw that my wife had all these branches that were vaguely bow shaped but all bent differently. I picked up this ceramic thing that looked like an oversized arrowhead and said, sarcasticly, that it could be an arrow. I was suddenly suspicious of my wife and the satyr left sensing my male pride had been woonded. (I think even the novice dream interpreter could see how phallic the bows and arrows were and what a woman surrounded by them might mean).
So she cut my feet off with a chainsaw and tied me up and left me trapped under something heavy in the garden near where the spiders lived. Luckily my feet grew back or they were never actually cut off by the chainsaw incident and I got free. I could have run into the forest but decided to open the back gate and walk out into the street.
Somehow I didn’t panic the whole time, years ago such a dream would have caused me to wake up but now I just see what happens as my subconcious editor makes changes in real time. The gates had locks on them but I opened them without any problem and was walking down the street. My wife caught up with me and was talking, i wasn’t listening to her but didn’t try to stop her, eventually she ended up in front of me still talking, and I turned off to the right and walked down a hill and saw her, going the original direction walking and talking presumably thinking I was right behind her.
I had a brief thought of calling the police and there they were at the bottom of the hill at a small restaurant with outdoor seating, the firemen were there too and they were all having a get together. I decided not to spoil their party with news of my psychopathic wife and kept on walking into the city.
It was crowded and I had to cross the road, some people stopped half way in the road but I ran across with a few others, I made small talk to one guy who ran by me "being in the city helps you run faster" he was polite and walked to a table where he was counting piles of money. I moved on, there was a bridge that looked like it was made of moving different colored garbage bags, so i walked on it, one strand of plastic lept out to strangle me but my mental editor decided that was mundane and I walked across into a valley.
Now I was a day laborer working at a residential site, a colleage remarked how we had both once been the homeowners but now we were just the help (and not given much respect) but it seemed like his problem not mine. I took a nap at the site and dreamed of my ex-wife, she was a flickering white bird. I woke up a little disorentated, woke up from the dream nap, still in the dream as a worker. Now we were finishing a huge domed building and for the first time in all the parts of the dream, it was sunny, even though we were inside the structure the sunbeams were coming down on us.
It looked like a public space, a town square or a farmers market, the paving stones were clean and there were potted plants and bronze sculptures with nice patinas. I looked up and there were steps up to the top of the glass dome with potted plants on them. A wave of water like an impossible fountain surged across the top of the steps and i was overcome by how beautiful it was and how happy and proud I was to be a part of it all.
Then I woke up and realised this was a dream that needed to be remembered.
"This Is Not The Antidote" digital paint and acrylic paint on canvas by Darren Daz Cox
Sometimes you can prove things to yourself that disprove popular beliefs of science, such as the law of conservation of energy that doesn’t seem to apply when you dream. Why bother to create an alternate reality in your dreams when you can just mash-up or recycle the information we already have in our heads? I almost always remember my dreams when I wake up and I often dream that I’m walking through art galleries, art departments in colleges and art studios and yet all the work I see in my dreams is original to my subconscious, it’s not even variations of what I paint when I’m awake or The Mona Lisa or famous art I’ve seen a billion times, so why go to the trouble to create new elements unless personal creativity is something essential? Just because we give scientists, psychologists and leaders of all types high praise for helping make sense of the world it doesn’t mean that they know why we dream and like art. Just look at the way art is treated by those same people, it’s either a hobby, a business, a therapy or a charity, rarely is it considered fundamental to our existence. Even religious leaders who call God ‘The Creator’ and say we are ‘part of God’ and should follow ‘God’s lead’ usually don’t think creativity is anything more than an added bonus for certain people.
But everyone has crazy dreams, dreams that show that creativity is part of what makes you human and dreams that suggest that creativity is perhaps the core of what we are. Science is always telling us that ‘stuff rolls downhill’ and religion tells us that ‘if you pray hard enough, stuff will run uphill’ but only in your dreams do you willfully disregard these ‘expert’ testimonies and see that stuff can roll uphill just as easily as it does downhill and through the hill too. What does this mean then? It means that you are creative whether you like it or not. We know that dreaming is essential to health, and take it from me, someone who remembers his dreams, your subconscious is uniquely creative. You have the choice to cultivate and use your creativity as you wish but to say that you ‘have no creative spark’ or think that it’s just special people who have a ‘gift’ is just wrong, you have the gift too.
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