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[missdarkgarden]

Zephyr has joined me at the Dark Garden atelier for the duration of San Francisco’s Shelter in Place. Thank goodness for #furfamily #creativecats #russianblue (at Dark Garden Unique Corsetry) https://www.instagram.com/p/B95Dpc4g0Ui/?igshid=1fn4wweqnk3lc

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K.Flay - High Enough (Lyric Video)

Get K.Flay’s new album, ‘Every Where Is Some Where,’ out now: http://smarturl.it/EWISW K.Flay “High Enough” (Lyric Video) available now for download and stre...

Lesson 13: Part III (EdgeMaking Habits Journal Prompts)

I chose this lyric video because I found the symbolism in it already really apparent, but I knew that the inclusion of extra ‘visual grammars’ and sketches would only help to visualize the imagery in this song even further so. I find it a great choice, K Flay has a voice like no other where I think she can sing things with just enough spunk, but can still keep everything delicately sounding. The theme in the song is apparent enough, but I’d like to add to it by describing how some people use drugs and other means as their escape, but what about when you’re feeling “High Enough”?

“’What if I don’t need anything but what I’ve got?’ There are many moments in my life—whether it’s because of a person or a place—that I don’t want to feel altered or high or buzzed. I just want to feel exactly what I’m feeling.” - K Flay

A R E   Y O U   H I G H   E N O U G H?

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Part III: Exploration of Perspective (Lesson 2)

In terms of the quote, “When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change” - Wayne Dyer, this is a concept of creativity. It is a way of abstraction and perspective. Your thoughts on something is based off a filter you have and the creative mindset or spin on an idea. Therefore if you change how you look something, the way that it looks to you will be different. 

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Lesson 7: Part III (EdgeMaking Habits Journal Prompts)

Prompt: Rate the Fun Factor

Listening to Music: Creation, Euphoria, Pleasure, Anxiety, Ecstasy, Inspiration, Intoxication, Relief, Tension, Delight, Zeal

Cardio: Multi-sensory, Exploration, Surprise, Excitement, Sense of Accomplishment, Full-Body Involvement, Transformation, Ability to be Physically Moved, vicarious, competition, Frenzy, Positivity

Movies/Shows: Aesthetics, Audio-Visual, Surprise, Excitement, Challenge, Sense of Accomplishment, Music ( ;) ), Puzzle, Narrative, Ability to be Physically Moved, Inspired

Socializing: Entertainment, Surprise, Excitement, Sense of accomplishment, Mingle, Broadening, Humanizing, Refining, Widening, Uplifting, Competition.

These all have their various aspects of fun, by using the Characteristics of Fun portion, it looks like Cardio seems to give the most fun, which makes sense because it’s a Challenging fun, but it could be added even more to by joining friends with cardio or doing that while listening to music!

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The Egg

By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

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A key or door to creativity? :)

[colourmanic]

#EzRepost @marjoriesarnat with @ezrepostapp “Waiting for Santa” is another color artwork from “Christmas Cats.” The book comes out 8/12 but it appears it’s shipping now! https://www.amazon.com/dp/0486841286/?tag=jrimag-20 #adultcoloring #creativecats #cats #coloringbook #creativehaven #dover https://www.instagram.com/p/CDhFuSaIA-8/?igshid=1wk07mcdulu32

[jthreeart]

My studio assistant has been patiently awaiting my return - she is like “ I’m holding it down but your ass needs to get on back here.” Through our stories others come to know us. tell your story 🎥🎨🎤 ____________________________________ #cat #assistant #gripkitty #inthestudio #creativecats #streetphotography tudiolife #designfirst #creativecapture #ideasinlife #j3 #ideasfirst #creativeprocess #clientstories #documentlife #imbackbaby #craftingmeaning #artiststories #makingmeaning #colortheory #catslife #lol #shareyourvision #experiencecounts https://www.instagram.com/p/B6Nv5EvnrJH/?igshid=1gy7ideskch8a