Perception in art and how we view ourselves

Juicy boo bear

I was recently reading about different artist's methods and I stumbled into sort of a philosophical rabbit hole. I had just finished watching multiple YouTube videos on the history of philosophy, of which I retained very little, but I am sure will pop up randomly when I need to remember something completely different and important.

What did I retain from them?

A sliver of an idea that my perception of art lies between dream and reality.

As I sit here writing this I am on day 10 of work and currently on night shift. I am tired.

So what significance does this have?

Well it put me in the perspective that when I get to this state of tired, my conscience brain allows my subconscious brain to show. Instead of looking purely at reality it delves back into a dreamscape reality.

Now that's not to say i am to the extent I can not function on a high level but what happens is frankly I don't care.

Although how I am viewed really isn't something that's ever bothered me or constrained me but I believe on a subconscious level I hold a level of "what society deems the norm or appropriate" This has been slowly changing, I find, the more I am exposed to other social structures. But I digress.

What it leaves is a brain able to explore without questioning. And that's where I am the most creative. That's where my perception as an artist lies.

So how does one tap into that without driving yourself into a tired mess, crying at a Spanish song because you miss x, y and z. Seriously I must have been a sight.

I'm not sure to be honest

One thing for me is mornings, before coffee has told my brain we must function, is a sliver of this. My slice between dream and reality

So I am trying a little trial of slotting in some time to consciously try to wake that unconscious

How you may ask?

I'm not sure yet I think it will be a process of trial and error really.

If anyone knows of a good book for this definitely let me know.

The second aspect of this is how we view ourselves.

For a long time I had trouble referring to myself as an artist.

Why? Because my perception of what an artist is lived in my dreams and until I dared to dream that I could be an artist is where I started to see the reality of what an artist is, or at least to me.

By stepping past the hope into the reality I realize that, that dream, wasn't a dream but just a singular possibility. I have the perception to make any dream reality by simply making it a possibility.

Anyway, enough of my tired ramblings.

I hope this finds everyone well and that summer isn't slipping away from you without you enjoying it.

Jackie ♥️