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Real - Philosophy on the validity of imaginary friends
16 years ago
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Real
Sometimes... when I'm trying to make a character... I hear voices, hundreds... no thousands calling out to me "Make me real! Bring me to life!", they're the voices of the might-bes, could-bes, should-bes, the will-bes, and the wont-bes. We know them as works of fiction, flights of fancy... but how right are we... I'm likely just over personifying the unmade, the undrawn, but when I put them down on paper the first time... the only expression that looks right is a smile, as if they're glad to simply be. The voices call out and when I bring them to the surface, they beg to see more of the world, to meet others, to become ingrained in the here and now, and so I furiously scribble, trying my best to give life to these souls lost in the void of my imagination... It feels good to see them free, to see them there on the page, as if they've always been. Beyond that... I feel guilt when I cant bring them to life, those moments where I can see their features and grip their outstretched arms only to see them fade back away before I pull them free... I'm likely imagining it but it feels so real. I'm no god, no deity of power, but when I build them a world of words to live in I feel as though I might be in some other realm, like I'm really creating another reality and setting it into motion... perhaps I am in some strange way, they say reality is based on human perception... perhaps just beyond that wall... the 4th wall I suppose we'd call it, is really another world filled with all our imagings, hopes, dreams, and nightmares. You may call it having an imaginary friend, but it feels more like having a pen pal from another world. No matter how you look at it, my inspiration for art is making my imaginings real, at least to some degree.
Sometimes... when I'm trying to make a character... I hear voices, hundreds... no thousands calling out to me "Make me real! Bring me to life!", they're the voices of the might-bes, could-bes, should-bes, the will-bes, and the wont-bes. We know them as works of fiction, flights of fancy... but how right are we... I'm likely just over personifying the unmade, the undrawn, but when I put them down on paper the first time... the only expression that looks right is a smile, as if they're glad to simply be. The voices call out and when I bring them to the surface, they beg to see more of the world, to meet others, to become ingrained in the here and now, and so I furiously scribble, trying my best to give life to these souls lost in the void of my imagination... It feels good to see them free, to see them there on the page, as if they've always been. Beyond that... I feel guilt when I cant bring them to life, those moments where I can see their features and grip their outstretched arms only to see them fade back away before I pull them free... I'm likely imagining it but it feels so real. I'm no god, no deity of power, but when I build them a world of words to live in I feel as though I might be in some other realm, like I'm really creating another reality and setting it into motion... perhaps I am in some strange way, they say reality is based on human perception... perhaps just beyond that wall... the 4th wall I suppose we'd call it, is really another world filled with all our imagings, hopes, dreams, and nightmares. You may call it having an imaginary friend, but it feels more like having a pen pal from another world. No matter how you look at it, my inspiration for art is making my imaginings real, at least to some degree.
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It's almost like how Michelangelo said that he was freeing the statues from the marble when he sculpted - it's neat that you have such a vibrant relationship with your characters. Myself, I don't hear them anymore, which is probably why I can't bring myself to draw anymore.
o.o