For a while, I struggled to really understand art. I know it's a creative way to express a person's inside insanity, turmoil and trauma and even just tomfoolery! Art has many uses. I just, can't really grasp the "getting it" part. It's the connections people create between unrelated objects and scenarios that surprises me. "What can an object or word choice say about the character?" or "what does the state of the object say about the artist?". I remember this one time. I am very into horror werbseries and I yum it up, especially if it uses unprecendente premises or techniques to deliver the scares. GEB Operating System is a YouTube horror series that I happened to stumble upon because of Tedorate. In one of the last episodes, a turtle in a box asks Nora to save Gua for him. Nora goes out into the world and enters an abandoned-looking house. The walls are caked in dirt and rust, and so is the floor. The doorways a just black, with no way of entry to look inside. You just have to brace as you creak into each room as the screen fades in-between transitions. We find a metal table, which is incredibly clean, actually. Then we find Gua, the rabbit. Their head is locked in a type of headlock, before we heard the gate rustling.

Or a classic example, "The Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dalí. I'm pretty sure everyone can recognise this painting, art enjoyer or not. One of the most recognised Surrealist artworks in the world. Clocks are melting in the painting in a deserted landscape. What an interesting name, the persistence of memory. That means an unforgettable time in life, a moment that u cannot forget. Is that why the clocks are melting? Because time ceases to exist in a memory, it is stuck, unmoving. I don't know, and I'm sure it has been analysed to death by now. I don't bother to read any theories though. I enjoy the painting the way it is, unexplainable. There's a stroke of je ne sais quoi that draws me in. I just made 2 art puns in a sentence hehe ~ You get what I'm coming from right? You can keep staring at it, and it will never get old, literally and figuratively.

Where am I getting at here? What am I trying to say? For a while, I struggled to understand why this website even exists. I knew I wanted to make a website, I just didn't know what to code in it. But I think, now I kinda do? My life does not hold weight to people who don't know who I am, like you reader (if you don't know me in real life). However, knowing my existence at least grazed upon so many eyes is so, heartwarming. I don't want to be famous or popular, but I would like some people to recognise my work or my name, and my life as I know it to be archived here until Neocities follows in Geocities shadow. The internet has become a cesspool we are slowly distancing ourselves from, year after year. However, the internet never forgets. So, if this website outlives, or, when this website outlives me, will you still come back to it to understand me? Will you see my fingerprint in all this? I made this blog page, I chose the background, the content colour. Can you really separate the artist from the art if it tells you about the artist? I'm existential today, I'm sorry. xoxo