No thoughts.
None at all.
Brain empty.
I am constantly floating around with zero thoughts while I’m making art, writing, and literally just existing. I feel like a bubble just following the breeze with no autonomy. I’m just here. When I make art, I rarely have purposeful thoughts about how I’m arranging my art and its composition.
When asked how I created it and why I chose the colors I did, I was stopped in my tracks; I didn’t think about any of that… Why don’t I think about those things? Am I supposed to? Or am I just subconsciously thinking about composition and colors and I don’t know it?
I think about it now, and I’m grateful I can just sit and think nothing; it brings a different sort of peace into my life. When making my sculptures, I’m lost in a trance and zoned into the clay. I have this idea in my head, and somehow, I execute it just as I want to. My ideas aren’t thought about for long. They pop into my head, and as fast as they’ve popped in, they go right back out. Leaving me completely lost in where my train of thought was going.
To be honest, I don’t even know where I’m going with this. The words are spilling out onto my screen, and you know what? That reminds me, that’s exactly why I can’t read books. I pick up a book and read a sentence, and poof, I don’t even know what I’ve read, so I sit there rereading sentence after sentence, desperately trying to grasp the plot.
I think people should do a lot less thinking. It makes your life simple; you don’t have to think about whose toes you might be stepping on, and you just get to live your life thoughtless and happy. It sounds silly, but I couldn’t be happier when I’m making my art, and all my stress goes away because I’m able to think about absolutely nothing and everything at the same time.
One of my favorite things to do in art class is when I’m bored or having an artist’s block, I’ll close my eyes and feel the clay and play with it, and then when I reopen them, there’s a beautiful little piece of character in front of me. One ceramic piece that I made had been a lump of clay that I squeezed and then smoothed to create a funky little blob. I covered my new blob in moss, and the little sculpture turned into a Zen-feeling garden decoration.
Even attending school is nice when I don’t have to think about anything. For the first four hours of my day, I get to shut my brain off and create. In my little bubble, I sit and create my art with no thoughts.
None at all.
