Sometimes it's
frustrating, my brain feeling like it retracted back to how it was when I was a
little girl. I was brimming with creative flow, but could visualize my ideas/thoughts/feelings/creative concepts better than I could figure out how to express them the way I wanted to with
words.
Over the years I worked
my brain up to become uniquely, precisely, descriptively expressive in my own chosen word-based
way - but then I lost some brain power. In more recent years, my mental
uniqueness did not disappear, but the precision of my word-based
expressive abilities dissipated.
Negatively speaking, sometimes it really bums me out that I can no longer express things as well and specifically as I used to.
Positively speaking, sometimes I try to craft my visuals into a different form of art, whether or not I can explain it with words.
Semi-neutral speaking, I don't really know what to do with these other forms of art. (I can creatively entitle them.)
Negatively speaking, sometimes it really bums me out that I can no longer express things as well and specifically as I used to.
Positively speaking, sometimes I try to craft my visuals into a different form of art, whether or not I can explain it with words.
Semi-neutral speaking, I don't really know what to do with these other forms of art. (I can creatively entitle them.)
I remember myself down in the dark, dank basement, telling myself fast visual-based
stories inside my own head (but unable to extract them with words out of my own
head), walking around in circles.
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