#connecteddots

[artbytroythomas]

“Connected Dots” - ballpoint pen on 11”x14”mixed media paper, finished on 9 June 2018. #art #artbytroythomas #scribbleart #ballpointpenart #ballpoint #pen #ink #drawing #connecteddots #connectthedots #abstract #geometricabstraction #circle #fineart #contemporaryart #stpetersburg #stpetearts #artist #artistsoninstagram (at Saint Petersburg, Florida)

[dontsleepnyc]

The fledgling UK bass label Connected Dots sets the mood for things to come with a compelling left turn from the flexing dubstep heavyweight Matta. The sounds contained on the three track EP are a leap away from the metallurgic tweakery and triplet hammering more typical of Matta’s output on Biscuit Factory, Chateau Bruyant, and other stalwart dubstep imprints. In the absence of mutating bass lines a bevy of production details come to the fore, filling up the space atop the familiar low frequency pressure with glassy atmospherics, burbling vocalizations, and the stray acoustic rustling. The underlying techno/garage beats get the job done though perhaps overly finessed to the point of disappearing into the background. Overall Can’t You See is a welcome take on 130bpm bass music of a more Drum and Bass inflected cut than that seen on Four40, Tumble Audio or the like.

https://www.connecteddots.co.uk

Junodownload: http://www.junodownload.com/products/matta-cant-you-see/2707498-02/

[thecookiemonsterscave]

In my head

For the life of me, I don't know how or why some things have such immense power over a person.

The things in themselves hold no meaning, have no connotations in a normal setting and are just obscure 'occurrences' to everyone. Yet the way you're seeing them is entirely different. They mean everything to you in their nothingness even if it's just an electronic spewing of words. They hold such sway over you as to make or break you in the moment within a moment, change the whole dynamic of your waking hours from 0<->1.

Sometimes it's that priceless smile that you've missed seeing yourself and have just heard about from someone else just lightens you and you find yourself in the bubble that's all your own.

Sometimes it's just a few random words with a connected glance and you become breathless, speechless, and senseless for an infinitesimal length of time that seems like eternity. You would do anything to capture the moment and bottle up the memory in your own pensieve. There is a lot you would filter out just to know that the tiny smile at the corner of that mouth is because of you.

Sometimes it is just a string of written words not even demanding a response yet you want to write back, let them know you have read and absorbed every single alphabet and every blank space in between. Once again the words are nothing in themselves but all the wishes and hopes and prayers in your mind converge on a single page and everything seems biased from a single point of view.

None of this makes sense and seems completely irrational yet it's just the way things are. There are no reasons and no escapes. All those little things mean everything to you and there's nothing you can do to change the fact of the intensity of the effect.

Filtering out all those priceless moments makes them seem like randomly placed dots on the fabric of emotion. You can try connecting them any way you want but they don't reveal a thing. Until that connection of looks that came out of the blue and all of a sudden the pieces fall into place; the dots connect and you see yourself reflected in those eyes. Almost simultaneously the picture explodes into shards and you lose yourself in the void, and the feeling is amazing. You want it to never end and for things to remain just as they are. Unchanged. Unconnected. Unexplained. Just the corridor.

But all this is what you're going through. Perhaps the other person isn't even aware of the tornadoes inside of your head. Perhaps they are aware but just don't care. Perhaps they can't even read the words written on your face.

Perhaps everything is just in your head. The state of uncertainty and the inability to look at things the unbiased way obscures everything and leaves you in a state of doubt.

And doubt always sucks. It kills and you forget all about something called 'focus'. You can't undo that singular moment in which you first took the fall and haven't reached solid ground yet. And never will either.

Perhaps all that I have written is just in my head too. I don't know. Do you?