#streamofconscienceness

[elysianwing]

Prometheus

If I could just reach my worn and shaky hands back through time, and tear open my chest to steal back the fire of my heart, like Prometheus; to give myself the gift of hot-blooded gusto and set the world ablaze with nothing more than my passions, piss, and vinegar. I could conquer the world today, if I only had a sliver of the stamina I had yesterday. Maybe tomorrow then. I could douse myself in gasoline and ignite once more to shine as a bright beacon of hope, that any one of us on any day, can be beautiful and brilliant... mighty and magnificent... careening through our concrete fates, like a mad car crashing through the guard rails, driving hot and hard and fast, for as far and as long as the fuel will take us. Except...who can afford the gas these days? Maybe tomorrow...never comes, what then? Then tonight I must remind the stars that we streaked and stormed among them long ago, like cracks of lightning chasing after comets while God was crafting all of creation. We were the fucking light meant to cut the dark in half and blind the envious eyes of angels and eternity. We still are... I just forget how to do it from time to time.

written 9/14/2024@1:55am by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[springblossomofwisdom]

Why do I feel like this?...

Is how I'm feeling right now an effect of the heartbreaking gut-punching show I just watched? Do I actually relate to what they feel? Or do I just want to feel something? Or do I just want attention? Do I want people to care so much that I'd go down this path? Am I going down this path? Do you know what path I mean? Am I a bad person? Am I actually feeling this? Or do I want to feel so connected to these characters and their life? Am I in the wrong?

[sunnyanddumb98]

The only reason I bought that iPad was to impress you. I've never been an iOS girl—Apple always seemed pretentious and overpriced outside the USA—but there it is, sitting in my new room, where you've never been and never will be. In your absence, it's helped me a lot. I've gotten jobs and lost them. It's travelled a lot—went to London and back, to Buenos Aires too. But I do wish I’d never bought it, that we’d never kissed, that I’d never talked to her or introduced the two of you. Maybe things would be different now; perhaps this room would have been a studio apartment for the both of us. But it’s not and never will be. Now that iPad is just a tool, an outdated, old tool I can’t bring myself to sell, so there it sits on my nightstand, wherever I go.

[lumber]

"Hieronymus Bosch meets Harvey Kurtzman!" Someone over on Facebook said this about this #StreamOfConsciousness piece I farted out all over a #CardBoard cover of an old #SketchBook of mine. Twas circa 2013! Thanks random person! #JeauxJanovsky #JeauxJanovskyArt #JeauxJ #HieronymusBosch #HarveyKurtzman #SketchBookArt #Ink #Microns (at Culver City, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CogWgtZLIqI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ncwinters]

Another throwback to one of my favorite pieces. . “Witness” was created in 2021, fully digital in #Procreate as sort of an “in between.” What this means is that I’m often drained from one project but still have creative fuel left in the tank for something else. When this happens, I switch to something that I can just zone out on and go full stream-of-consciousness, and embrace whatever manifests. These “in between” projects are some of my favorites: filled with secrets and surprises that feel more like discoveries than the execution of premeditated ideas. . Nearing the end, it’s time to tweak final color (where it feels like I spend far more time than I probably should), adjusting hues and color relationships before making a decision on final output. Invariably, I discover several other color relationships that I like better than the original. That’s where I’ll opt for a color variant (or three). Where I can easily end up with dozens of color schemes that I love, they must be narrowed down to only a couple. In the end, “Witness” arrived in “Aubergine” (it’s original purple scheme) and a green treatment: “Viridian.” . The final step was output by the excellent crew at @staticmedium. They produced the final print, maintaining the vibrancy and sharpness of the source image, and I’m always impressed by their results. The end product was an 18” x 18” archival giclée print on 100% cotton rag paper, each print hand signed and numbered. . For the final release, I hand embellished (HE) a few of each colorway with various media, including pen/ink, acrylics, metallic paints, and iridescent interference inks. The HE prints are a chance to experiment with physical media on the image which has been fully digital until now. There’s always a delight of mixing the two worlds together. . There are still a handful of “Witness” prints left (alas, no more HEs) in my storefront (the link is in my bio). Thanks for taking the time to read my ramblings! ❤️ . #process #art #illustration #streamofconsciousness #limitededition #giclee #archivalprint #digitalart #handembellished #ncwinters https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpv03FcJi9J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[itsdavelaw]

Late night ink sketch. #sketch #sketchbook #sketchbookart #inksketch #inkbrush #brushpen #automaticdrawing #streamofconsciousness https://www.instagram.com/p/CqUiJWAuGJn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rottingskunk]

I like how i came back to post something bc its sandman time (i need to catch up on empires in a hot second ik what happened but not all LMAOOO)

ANYWAYS EVERYONE SO AMAZING AT THEIR ROLE I LOVE THE CHARACTERS HCFJDJ. Gwendoline Christie as as Lucifer MorningStar🥲🤲 BEST SHOW TO END OFF MY YEAR HUHUHU😭���� the genre is horror fantasy and my dumb brain did not check genres i dont usually check genres so uh🤡 im probably gonna make a post for gwendoline christie/lucifer alone I🤲

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[thedrunkenwarrior]

Hope

Phew. Why does it feel like a decade has gone by? Stuff has been happening. Some serious stuff, some crazy stuff, but I remain ever hopeful. Hope is the thing with feathers. – Emily Dickinson. I remain hopeful because I am hope, and you can be as well. Being someone who loves words, I use them often, but I also know they can come with inaction. You don’t need to know the right thing to say.…

[ragcity]

Writer's Block

The blank page might be the most daunting image. At least to me. Words have already filled space with these first two sentences, yet my fears and blockage are still so present. Once a writer has retired a subject matter, how does she move onto the next? Does she summon something from the past, perhaps some story or anecdote that’s swimming in nostalgia? Perhaps I could rewrite about the road…

[16cupsandcounting]

25/07/‘24

002

“

In dreams, I lie down in a garden, in a forest, on the shore

in the back yard, in a faint, unnatural in the dreamlight

of a dreamt sun, cool, hoping to dream real accomplish-

ments.

”

The dream from the night before yesterday and the subsequent reading that I engaged with are still on my mind, evidently. And evidently, some form of universal force out there wants me to hold on to (I have to assume, because there’s nothing quite coincidental in the occurrences of unknown forces). The poem I quoted above found me after I finished today’s reading -that propelled flashbacks to books that I haven’t thought about in a while (all of them being books that I’ve read partially, because either the contents of it were too dense, or it just didn’t reflect what I was in the mood to read, either way, every time I read, there’s some form of reflective moment that makes me think about something, even in the form of afterthoughts that occur when my journey with a book is complete), and along with it, the thoughts I had when I read them. Only this time, when I thought those thoughts, they were reimagined through the lens of the personal reflections and understanding that comes with time and age and experience.

The biggest realisation of today probably lies in how deeply I associate with the notion of being a ‘dreamer’- not only because of how propelled I am by the images of a dream and the mysetery that it brings in its wake (this is not the first time I’ve made actions heavily informed by the way I was experiencing the dream). The character in the movie I spoke about yesterday was the only comparison I could come close to making because that was literally the lens I was experiencing the dream through.

In reading further about the ‘theatre of the mind’, I met Death again- and I thought about the last dream I had of thirteen ghosts (representing symbolic versions of myself) circling a tree (me), and I thought about the lessons I learnt through the subsequent meltdown that cleared the path that led to understanding. And then my mind went, again, to the one character that I vividly remember from the dream from two nights ago- that mystery presence that looked like the Bollywood icon Kirron Kher, but was clearly playing a character who made me think of Grace Mallory from The Boys (my most recently binged series), and I was reading this paragraph that spoke about how dreams are, on some level, a very real experience (like as real as the words streaming out of me right now- the ones that I can read back to myself)… there’s just so much theatre in there!

I read that there’s a ‘perspective of life as theatre’ that exists out there that just made everything about the way I feel when i think the thoughts I do make sense.

I thought about the introduction to the edition of Dead Souls (Nikolai Gogol) that’s gathering dust on my bookshelf, and how reading that intro made me realise that it is definitely not the kind of book I’m generally not into reading because it’s one that’s based too much in reality. The thing I carried about that introduction, though, was the story of the writer’s life. And how much I could relate my journey to his experience as written in the introduction. Something about that moment makes me want to read Dead Souls- purely out of curiosity.

There’s connections there- between the things that are lingering in some corner of the mind, waiting for their moment to show themselves and the things that are persistent frequent visitors knocking on the front door every other day. And they’re constantly changing, in my experience. There’s a reason these associations become a part of my repertoire of things that make the world make a little more sense.

It’s because they make the world make a little more sense.

[elysianwing]

Panning

We often trick ourselves into thinking poems need be long and drawn out to extract some sort of truth from the stream of consciousness outpouring from our lips, pen-tips, and keystrokes... like prospectors sifting the earth searching for gold specks in dirt lifted from a river's bed. We must take great care to remind ourselves on occasion that the time we spend looking for golden truth is not nearly as important as where we start our search. written 9/1/2024 @ 7:58pm by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[springblossomofwisdom]

I wish someone would notice. But then again... what is there to notice?

[velvetfont]

One take - 1

Something like

The quiet warmth of pittter patter splish on cool ceilings, roof top heroin, commandeering your periphery

As my marigolds beg for rain

I wonder how marvelous-

Anything & everything, a place for play a place for work

Time is a prayer said in and out of and to God,

Who is moving within you and without of you with and without you, you are not God but God is you…

And you have the nerve to ask for more

What could be more than now?

[ausdemakoerbchen]

PRIDE MONTH SPECIAL PART IV. my friend Eliah has written a stream of consciousness about political activism, vulnerability, love, grief, and the power of the stories we tell  ourselves. it’s a very interesting, powerful read and you can check it out here:  https://bit.ly/3z5xUgX

[arjunasearth]

the pure richness of the blue-green color

shimmering like an aventurine, jade and malachite alltogether

embodying the deep Consciousness of Mother Gaia

melting into the Heart Chakra of Pachamama

into her blood, flowing water

into the stream of Source

into the highest nurturing life-force

together with the Sun and the Moon

we are blessed to call ourselves inherent beings of Gaia

Terrestrials

Multidimensional, bridging heaven and earth

sentient

intuitive

playful

wild

~interconnected~

by francesco_ptrf

[cookiemonser4000]

look up at the sky and see the stories to come. warm light blinding and shimmering my thoughts glide up and away; mind and body two separate entities we need this moment. back of back and back of head and back of neck i’m running and you are walking not waiting. i’m not ready to see — my retinas: singed. i look down at the ground, at what i know, at what i’ve been through. someone familiar but not corporeal front of body and front of head and front of neck. but i cannot see your face my eyes too heavy, the image too dark

i resign myself and look forward. my vision is clear and you are not here but my eyes do not protest this