#LifeAsArt

[tylermileslockett]

Creative living

[spalding-studio]

Immaculate raindrops equate to that of sadness.

So this is what sorrow feels like. For the heart now feels grief by way of

the horizon.

Film Photographs, 2013.

Ecclesiastes 7:3

Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness

Of the countenance the heart is made better.

[naomimoorewrites]

For Your Amusement

Sour like thrown-up wine, acid on my tongue. It’s the taste that lingers, the kind that leaves a sourness stuck to your teeth. I don’t know why I’m still here, but here I am. Doing the best I can with what God gave me, which isn’t much. Not enough, certainly. But that's all I’ve got.

God takes what it wants. It doesn’t ask. It doesn’t even apologize. I’m not one for religion, but I think I get it now. My body’s not a temple, it’s more like an amusement park - littered with cotton candy and spilled popcorn, noisy, attracting people who are more interested in the cheap thrills than anything that might actually matter. I’ve got roller coasters of anxiety and a ferris wheel of regret, but no one’s coming to my rundown show. And the rides? They keep spinning anyway. No one’s stopping them.

No one’s stopping me. In the dead of night when there is no one around to see me consume consume consume There’s a light in the fridge, so what am I supposed to do? If we’re not supposed to have them, then why is the universe always handing me a little sweet treat, a little moment of distraction? And don’t even get me started on the microwave. You can heat up leftovers, no problem, but you can’t heat up your life. You can’t go back to that thing you screwed up three years ago and fix it. You can’t pop your mistakes into the microwave and hit “reheat.” That’d be nice, though. But if you’ve learned anything from living as long as I have, you’d know that the only thing reheated in this life is disappointment.

I’ve spent enough time staring at my reflection to know that I’m not special. If you had lived my life—if you could somehow do the thing where you get into my head and really feel it, front to back—you wouldn’t dare call me privileged. Or maybe you would, but you’d be wrong. Because the last time I checked, privilege doesn’t come with this kind of exhaustion, with this weight on your chest, with this sneaky voice in your head telling you that you’re nothing, that nothing you do matters. And that’s what I have. A voice. That’s all. The rest is just noise.

So, yeah, maybe I’m privileged. I get to wake up in a bed that’s mine and go to a fridge that’s stocked with food I can eat at 3 AM when the world’s asleep and I’m wide awake with nothing to do except stew in my own thoughts. Privilege doesn’t come with happiness. It comes with expectations. The constant sense that you should be better, do more, try harder. Maybe I’m tired of trying. Maybe I’ve been tired for years.

But I can’t stop, can I? Not now. It’s like being on one of those roller coasters that never ends. I’m strapped in, and the ride just keeps going.

I open my eyes to the same thing every day: the light in the fridge, the dark outside, the same dirty dishes that’ll still be there when I get back. It’s all so fucking predictable.

But if I’ve learned anything from living as long as I have, it’s this: you can hate it, but you can’t stop it. Not really. You can ignore it, numb yourself with whatever’s available - sleep, food, wine, Netflix - consume consume consume. But at the end of the day, it’s just you. And I’m not even sure who that is anymore.

So here I am. Still alive. Still here.

Doing the best I can with what God gave me.

[biographiness]

Every word you speak colors the world! 🌍✨

[solaura-wild-santosha]

In the grand tapestry of life, perfection is not the goal; it's the dance of imperfection that adds color and depth to your journey. 🎨✨

Consider your life as a mosaic, a masterpiece crafted from both broken and whole pieces. Each trial, each triumph, and every messy, unpredictable moment contributes to the beautiful canvas of your existence.

Embrace your quirks, for they make you uniquely you. Learn from mistakes, for they are stepping stones on your path. Revel in the dance of imperfection, for it is in the twists and turns that the magic of life unfolds.

Today, celebrate the beautifully imperfect being that you are. Embrace the unpredictability of your journey, and let go of the pursuit of an unattainable perfection. In the dance of imperfection, you find the true essence of your authentic self. 💫🌈

[therealhealth]

 "Craft Your Masterpiece: The Art of Living Boldly"

"You hold the brush to your life's canvas. Don't let anyone else dictate your strokes. Paint your masterpiece with bold actions, wise choices, and a positive attitude. Make your life a work of art, uniquely yours."

 #LifeAsArt, #CreateYourStory, #LiveBoldly, #MasterpieceInTheMaking, #EmpowerYourself, #SelfExpression, #LifeCanvas, #PersonalGrowth, #BeTheArtist, #InspireAndCreate

[realtalkwithmattycom]

Life is a Blank Canvas

“LIFE is a blank canvas, waiting for your artistic touch. Take control and create your own masterpiece. It’s never too late to start.” #mindfulness #masterpieceoflife #artoflife#realtalkwithmatty #canvasoflife #lifeasart#lifeisablankcanvas #createyourmasterpiece#youaretheartist #unleashyourcreativity #nevertoolate #paintyourlife #creativeminds#dreambigcreatebigger…

[provokingdrama]

I started drawing this out the other day but hadn't posted it because I didn't want it to be misinterpreted as ecstasy or something. This sketch is about the adverse/allergic reactions I've had to certain antipsychotics (and various medications - opiates and things with codeine, and some anti-emetics) called Acute Dystonic Reactions or Extrapyramidal Symptoms. Uncontrollable seizure-like movements. This sketch is of the worst reaction I had in late April 2010 after being re-prescribed Zyprexa after having been off it for a while. My psychiatrist wasn't very good. Anyway it was a full-body reaction that I literally expected to die from. Every muscle group was affected and contracting. My face and tongue included- I was worried I my tongue would suffocate me (it was blocking my throat) or that the most important muscle would be affected- my heart. I was hyperventilating because my diaphragm was involved, and if it affected my lungs I thought it would get my heart too. Anyway, there was a lot of back arching involved at the ER. I don't remember anything more bc I was given Cogentin (Parkinson's drug) after my 2nd trip to the ER that day. Anyway, thought I'd share even unfinished. If I can finish it I'll paint it, it's a traumatic event I'd like to process artistically. It helps. Thanks for reading. #art #dystonia #convulsions #trauma #darkart #graphite #pencil #sketchbook #sketchart #badmedicine #processingtrauma #medicaltrauma #horror #horrible #lifeasart #graphiteonpaper #graphitedrawing #thanksforlistening https://www.instagram.com/p/CiEy4LnP9Wp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jpgartista98]

Had a cup; had free time. And here came “Eye of Dead Tree”

[davidwfloydart]

“Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art”… #lifestyle #lifequotes #mayaangelou #lifeofadventure #lifeasart (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CffBLeqvQrqDawO1DY7pjECOv9eYeGwPZ9rhOU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lalihelen]

There is a moment when words wear out and silence begins to tell. -Khalil Gibran- #poetry #poemoflife #nature #naturelovers #springtime #greenland #freedom #lifeasart #lifeisapoem #meditation #awareness #innerpeace #stillness #instanature #joyoflife #wonderful #wondersofnature #trascaumountains #lighting (at Dor de Munte Apuseni) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdY9tgNoOel/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kaiteepage]

Ghosts of Corona 2020 (12x17”) acrylic & watercolor on paper . . . #art #KaiteePageArt #originalArt #LifeAsArt #FineArt #ghostsofcorona #pandemicArt #coronavirusArt #abstractart #NashvilleArt #abstractexpressionism #contemporaryart #galleryArt #contemporaryartist #artistsinNashville #artexhibition #NashvilleArtist #contemporarypainter #interiordesign #artfinder #katiepage #kaiteepage #artcollector #worksonpaper #curator #kaitee #ArtOnPaper #AbstractPainting #contemporarypainting #artLover (at Graveyard) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPYioqQnCAf/?utm_medium=tumblr

[surfcollective]

Living isn’t collecting followers, things, or the approval of others, it’s connecting with the people and places in this world that truly makes life the adventure it is. ✌🏽 . . #livelife #getoutthere #surfcollective #lifeasart #living #travel #love #bekind #dream https://www.instagram.com/p/B9T_Q7uBSms/?igshid=1dfd5dsh9j1ih

[johanna-coppee-artiste]

[iamstonedwessel-blog]

Untitled. #life #friday #painting #art #abstractart #contemporaryart #losangeles #wessel #lifeasart (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Ry1vRB9lU/?igshid=1rqagye0xyxyd