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山田 章博 (Akihiro Yamada) | 1957-Present | Ink
https://www.shinchosha.co.jp/12kokuki/
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田中 達之 (Tanaka Tatsuyuki) | 1965-Present | Ink, Digital, Mixed
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"Beauty After Bruises"
Fighting for your life leaves a mark on you in ways that are often hard to describe. If all our battles left scars visible to the eyes, we would seldom have anyone who is seen as they really are. So many of us would be covered head to toe in marks, I sometimes wonder if we would look human at all. Sometimes the deepest running scars we have are the ones least visible to others. It might leave us to question whether we even live in the same world when nobody else can see it. Sometimes it seems better to deny that your pain is real, to pretend it doesn't exist, since nobody else can see it. When you continue on like this, for a time, it seems to work. Taking your mind elsewhere to pretend like everything is okay. At least you can maintain a positive outlook. So, you get really good at enduring pain. It becomes your solution for everything, just keep silent and endure the pain. Until you can't.
Then, you realize things change in ways you never wanted. Your body fights back against your attempts to endure the pain because it no longer trusts you to protect it anymore. It shuts you down and turns off everything that makes you, you. Your mind can't seem to process what's around you anymore. You soon lose your memories like crazy. You might begin to wonder why your heart feels like it's going to stop from pounding so hard, and breathing is becoming so hard it feels like suffocation is just around the corner. You might ask, why is my body behaving like this? Am I even me anymore? Why can't I control my body anymore? Why does it feel like it's dying all the time?
When I got my diagnosis, I realized I'd been going through life on the most challenging 'difficulty level.' I was taking on the end boss at level 1, and hating myself for not being able to do the impossible all alone. Everything finally made sense, but the worst part was finding out that it wasn't my fault. If it was my fault, I could just fix what needed to be fixed. But, I didn't cause it, so it wasn't something I could fix. Someone else had to help me heal from damage to my health so severe, it could significantly shorten my lifespan as a whole. I thought I only had depression, but it turns out I had trauma so severe that nobody would be able to function after enduring what I had. Not without understanding, support, and help from others. All these things I didn't have growing up or even in my adult life. While at Uni. I was enduring more Trauma on top of everything else. That only added to the long-term trauma I'd endured growing up. We live in a time where people do increasingly inhuman things to one another.
Looking back, one professor of mine knew. I didn't know at the time, but he always knew. I had almost forgotten he mentioned it. But, he had gone through something similar. He knew that you wouldn't be able to do something about it unless you knew. I certainly didn't know what I was dealing with. So he said something about how we as students needed to take care of our health, especially our mental and emotional health. Enduring extreme life challenges can destroy your career and make recovery that much harder when you finally collapse. We needed to take care of ourselves. I was still trying to force my life to work when so much was broken. I remember responding saying, 'But how do we take care of ourselves if we can't afford it?' He simply said that we all have to figure it out, but just don't let it slip past us until it's too late.
As almost a gift in disguise, my health cost me my job, the roof over my head, and my means of staying alive. I was in full survival mode and I couldn't stand on my own two legs anymore. Because I wasn't able to function anymore, people were willing to finally help. No more, 'just suck it up.' Real help this time. I received my diagnosis, and for the first time in my life, I was given permission to just focus on healing. Not anything else. In due time, the rest would come as I was ready and capable.
There is a decent article that I found while doing research on my health. I would definitely recommend it to anyone who feels they have been through a lot in their life. Beauty After Bruises
Great Inspiration, Wrong Time
Sometimes, you only need to get things done. It's imperative to stay focused on the task at hand, paving the way to the finish line. However, that's when it happens to me. A flood of ideas for projects stumping me earlier hits me, but then I can't focus. I don't want to forget my thoughts.
So, the moral of the story? Sometimes your sketchbook is your creative writing journal and your class notebook as well. Everyone needs a junk journal. Then you can consolidate the ideas to your other designated journals and sketchpads later; so you don't lose any of your class notes, writing plot points, or sketches. Trying to switch books during class is a mess.
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”
– Charles Dederich
My Professor on the first day of class:
“Welcome to Hell. We’ll see you all next week.”
Student’s on the waitlist:
“Oh look, a spot opened up!”
You know the section on Derrida is about to get serious if this is your professor's intro to the class.
Stories Are 4 Us All
Lately, I've had so many hardships, that there are times I wonder how I can function. Today, I finally remembered what one of those things was. I love stories. Books filled with them. I did this months ago, but I would listen to audiobooks as I worked. Honestly, my performance was much more focused back then. I decided to do it again today. I feel like I have missed an opportunity to grow. I'm going to listen to more audiobooks. It seems to help me not dwell too much on the hardships.
"Conquering A Mighty Foe"
I once found myself in such a traumatized state for so long that it began to overwhelm me. I couldn't understand what was going on. I felt paralyzed, so emotionally numb from all the hurting that I just couldn't feel anything anymore. I could barely feel the energy to move anymore. I always seemed to be in a sleep spell. One that I couldn't shake no matter how much I slept. I didn't have the energy to do the things I loved anymore. Nor did I have the energy to properly give or receive it from anyone. My chest would hurt, and I wasn't breathing normally. I barely breathed at all, it was stunted somehow. I didn't know what it was at the time. So I just told myself I just wasn't meant to have good things in life, and that happiness was for the lucky ones.
I didn't learn about depression until later. Much later. It was almost too late then. But I was hit by divine intervention, and I lived even after wishing for death. My suffering would finally end. I would live to tell the tale.
It would be years until I started to feel the familiar numbness setting in again. But this time, I was going to fight it, and not all alone. I am not ashamed to say I have battled this foe before. Depression is no easy foe to conquer. But, it can be done. I started my cycle of depression again right after my third year at the Uni. Once again, I'd lost those I'd loved, but only a week apart from each other. One to cancer, the other to suicide. Semester after semester, my grades were on regular flux. Then a steady decline. I decided this time, I was going to take care of myself before my grades. It was a sacrifice that hurt a lot at first. But I can't see myself surviving any other way. Universities are not designed to make you a better person, but to sift the best from the good. That's why, any effort made at all is "good" enough. You are in fact, good. Making it in a university, is good. Learning is good. But something they do not teach at Uni. is that life is still good, even when your GPA is not. And it's worth fighting for.
My experiences and who I am will change more things in this world than any type of degree. Yes, it's still important. It's just not the reason why we live in the first place. I'm grateful for simply being alive, and how it means so much more to me now. If you ever wonder why bad things can happen to good people, know it's because it sifts the best from the good. No degree required.
" Why We Sleep"
I have been re-reading a fascinating book over the past few years titled 'Why We Sleep.' I keep picking it off the shelf between school semesters. When I used to think of sleep and sleep depravity, the first things to come to mind are drowsy driving and recuperation. I feel like we all understand that our brains slow down when we are sleepy. However, I found many surprising things in this book that paint a more detailed picture of the long term effects of our sleep culture. Some things to note:
1.The loss of sleep can't be repaid by binge sleeping. The repercussions are more long term.
2.There are three stages of sleep and all have different functions for the brain. Forgoing any of these steps skips an essential cycle for the brain to retain new memories and prevent excessive forgetting. It also increases learning impairment and limits healthy forms of forgetting.
3.Sleep improves creative thinking and problem-solving. The author describes the process as a 'backward google search' that uses disparate information, forming dreams, or sometimes what we call nightmares, and the brain constructs tests for problem-solving abilities with it.
With work and school expecting these salient things we lose in a person's overall performance, it's shocking to discover that both places in society show an over tolerance for sleep deprivation and sometimes even encourage lack of sleep for the increase in the length of time working. The author pointed out that many teachers and employers mistakenly believe "time-on-task equates with task completion." They even call it a "misguided fallacy" and said, "Even in the industrial era of rote factory work, this was untrue."
With health at the forefront of our remote and alternative living styles, I think it is more important now than ever to consider how we are doing with our sleep habits. I thought I would share this since I hear about this issue a lot in the field of the Arts, my field of study, and it has been long associated with artists to sleep less and work longer. I hope to make a change that will be contagious in a beneficial way for my peers and my health also, one dream at a time. Thankfully, one of my professors often recommends reading this book to their classes. I have no regrets taking them up on this.
Consider the fact that we have about five times more fear-based circuits in the brain than reward circuits, and that on average we react much more quickly to negative faces or situations than positive or neutral... Research says that in order to thrive, we need about three to five positive experiences for every negative one, so think about where in your day you can make time for these positive moments.
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TRIBUTE Caspar David Friedrich | 17774-1840 | Oil
TRIBUTE Ivan Aivazovsky | 1817-1900 | Oil
https://www.tretyakovgallerymagazine.com/articles/1-2017-54/many-faces-ivan-aivazovsky
TRIBUTE John Gannam | 1907-1965 | Watercolor
https://www.societyillustrators.org/john-gannam
Make an adventure out of adversity
Life has been full of unexpected turns as of late. And I have been thinking: that's part of what makes life an adventure. No adventure is smooth sailing. There are dangers to overcome, moments that stretch your limits, unavoidable risks, but somehow it ends eventually, and it is well worth it. You don't get to choose how the path is laid or the destination, only if you will embark. I guess that is why a hero needs the courage to brave one.
When you do all that you can, but it still isn't enough.
This year has hit my education the hardest. The pandemic was something I was trained for and working remotely was a future goal of mine. Doing it all while trying to stay in school was not something I had any idea how to navigate. All the masks, cleaning, and distancing I have done hopefully are enough. I will have to be tested for it now, being that I was in a know path of infection. For the ones I am protecting, I hope I test negative. All I can do now is stay positive and keep my head on my shoulders so I can brace this storm.
Planning 4 Success
20 hours of work, 30 hours of homework, 11 hours in class, and after the week is over there's 4 more months to keep track of. I will have to plan every hour of every day. Block classes leave little room for breathing. I have a monthly calendar for infrequent events and a weekly planner for each day of the week. Now that that's done...bring it!