I spent the night with good friends, tending to a fire. Where there were only charred logs, I created flames, dancing vibrantly with procedural animations.
With brushes dipped in the spirit of embers, I painted trails to the sky in natural forms, performances captured.
It felt strangely a lot like tending to a real fire,
like the kind at a house party or something.
Jokes were shared, laughs were had. And we
were all a little warmer for it..
“These parents don’t curate a person directly, they shape the behaviour of a child by approaching and withdrawing, encouraging and degrading. They poison a child with fear, guilt and shame and they confuse the child by presenting a false self in public. From an early age you learn to read them and monitor their emotions and body language and you learn to do your best impression of a object to keep yourself safe. You have to feel everything they refuse to feel or don’t know how to feel, and there’s no way to meet or discover yourself in that place. You come out of it as a walking talking survival response and an echo of the people around you. Your true needs and inclinations are buried very deep and it’s an archaeological mission to find yourself at the end of it. And part of the recovery is to sever the attachment to the definition of yourself as bad or wrong, and the parent as good and true. And it’s painful because there’s so much love and a deep sympathy for these people who were never capable of loving or caring about you”.
"Easier to Love You" by Porter Robinson is my obsession right now.
There you were, you're gonna make a scene Comparin' yourself to the person you were at age seventeen I put my suit on and I tied my tie I look like someone I don't recognize
And it would be so much easier to love you If you could only see yourself like me And wouldn't it hurt much less when you were lonely If you could only see yourself like me?
I found a letter, "Dear future me I promise I'll take care of the person we'll both be eventually I'll pick up painting, oh, oh, and I'll join the gym I can't shake the feeling that I'll be happy by the time I'm him"
And it would be so much easier to love you If you could only see yourself like me And wouldn't it hurt much less when you were lonely If you could only see yourself like me?
Please be disappointed in me Isn't it obvious I wasn't who you think?
And it would be so much easier to love you If you could only see yourself like me And wouldn't it hurt much less when you were lonely If you could only see yourself like me?