Edniz - Art Of Edniz

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Tuck me in beneath the blue Beneath the Pain Beneath the rain Goodnight kiss for a child in time Swaying blade my lullaby On the shore we sat and hoped Under the same pale moon Whose guiding light chose you Chose you all

Lyrics from The Poet and the Pendulum, written by Tuomas Holopainen Art by me (while listening to the song)

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Some quick sketches that I'm not too happy with. But well, I took my time.

WIP (Though I don’t really know what to do with it)

It was a very sunny day and I was in the school bus. For some reason, the bus followed a different path that day and I got a weird sensation out of the places we passed through. So this was made with the inspiration coming from that bus trip. 

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I was listening to Empire Ants as I was about to fall asleep, so an image suddenly and randomly flashed in my head. (When the music changes beginning from 2:12) 

You know, when you see a dream, even if it is meaningless you get really touched by it. So the same happened to me with this one and I felt like drawing what came to me. The image in my head was so blurry though. I had to make it concrete, which was tough. I'm not even sure if it was Noodle that I saw.

Anyway, I hope you like this speed painting.

"Killua, you couldn't get enough sleep? There are dark circles around your eyes." "Yeah..."

At last, I have gotten into my own zone of creativity after a long long way being lost.

It is no surprise but I am nevertheless delighted to understand that each person has their own path in art, which they do not get to choose for themselves. Appearently mine is in painting detailed and pretty pictures of imaginary places and imaginary people. So I discover different worlds and I paint images from those worlds.

Even though there are all sorts of things I enjoy looking at, I came to understand that something which exist only in its own right in a frame doesn’t grab my interest enough to engage in its creation. I am only motivated to make art when I have a story in mind. I mean characters and places, not a whole plot. But it is a story, and one that only I know of. So such a painting I make is never solely its content as it is, but has its totality in me. It is a whole other world which I seem to somehow connect to.

I am not interested in things of this world, as in the common world that is shared by the whole collective. A lot of artworks only speak to you through a filter of culture. Unfortunately the modern artists did a horrible job in this sense. They were interested in art itself (mostly in how it could express ambigious ideas through shifts of perception) and produced for art’s sake. This meant that they stayed in the boundaries of this world with mere inventions to rediscover it in different ways. All the play with the form was mostly due to a need to pierce through the rigidity of cultural conditioning. The production of an art piece was done (consciously or unconsciously) in consideration to the knowledge of existing forms, hence the cultural relevence. You play in the same ground that you are trying to destroy, only on the other side of it.

I don’t and will never see art as a concept inside the context of collective life. I believe that art is something so personal, so geniune, so naive that there can be no intelligable, sensible reason for making art. Art doesn’t care about common standarts of beauty or properness, but neighter favours unconventionality. It doesn’t care about originality, expression, inovation, or anything that has any sort of meaning in social terms. Art doesn’t care about what some audience will percieve of of it. Art doesn’t consider the situations of an outside world that a human may find relevant. Art doesn’t even care about the earthly wishes and worries of its own producer. It commands you in ways that you may not wish it had.

Art doesn’t care about anything but its own source of springing that we do not understand by any means. That is what Jung called the (collective) unconscious. I was foolish to think that such manifestation could only happen in a sort of psychic manner, almost without my consent. It appears that my personality with all of its earthliness has artistic quality instead, and it alone can do this. It is an incredible discovery that my simple inspirations that appear absolutely personal to me are actually springing from an impersonal “spiritual” source. So essentially my understanding of the so called spiritual was heavily lacking. So was my understanding of art and crafts of course. (Yes, I think that crafts are such an important part of this whole thing as well but I am running out of energy to write more)

I honestly had such a hard time without this singlemost activity of mine that has always been so essential to me. It surely never could have been thought of as a coincidence that the first thing I started to do as a toddler was to draw vigorously. And during all the other times of my life as well. But I also have a quite philosophical mind, so I can never do something without also thinking about its meaning. I have to consciously put it in its right place in my system. Finding out about and enjoying new aspects of art, as well as making the huge discovery of the psychic realms, I was entirely confused as to what art was is in the past 3 years. And of course there is the part about starting to see myself as an adult who has to take some part in society, hence the problem of submitting to its rules. My mind came to be stronger than my will and I lost my connection to the source of my artistic inspiration. When I was left without it, I never felt safe and at home.

Now I understand better and appreciate its gift more. I no longer try to be an artist, because I know I am one. I don’t judge what I produce but I make sure I am enjoying myself. There are still all sorts of causes of frustration, but they too shall pass.

If anybody has actually read this, have a nice day!

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