# On Being an Artist and a Hesitant yet Free Spirit > my takes on everything art related, and anything that is loosely connected or makes a loose connection that I observe and make, exploring a rarity in genres having been existent that is probably an incedibly small, invisible hesitance kills creativity. serious enough hesitance widdles away at the soul that weaves it thoroughly through to you. i have been weaved despite being a free spirit that can’t handle large portions art is boring, life is surreal, truth is always stranger than fiction, truth that lures strangers on large scales is almost always beneficial to become and to be covered up and eventually forgotten, old news lost in the abyss of the tnjjm smmm a third one is happening enough for llllltiyiii i wear my heart on my sleeve and it can cause awkward momenta of human friction ## Recent Posts - [Artwork (Optical Writing) ](https://paragraph.com/@onbeinganartist/artwork-optical-writing): Written Story to go along - [Typical Venusian Family Gathering & Commemorative Photo ](https://paragraph.com/@onbeinganartist/typical-venusian-family-gathering-and-commemorative-photo): How visuals—every detail, from juxtaposition to seemingly unrelated imagery—create a visual language. ⸻ I often write written accompaniments to my artworks, which I call optical writings. The written story appears whenever it wants—when inspiration strikes with just the right voltage. Sometimes it’s sparked when certain imagery aligns itself into a cluster of sentences in my mind’s eye. Recently, I shared a piece through a gig on gig.bot along with its written companion. I posted it in spaces where writers dwell, partially to “feel for interest,” but also with a clear purpose: to gauge interest in a contest, where I’d pick the top three submissions. And yes, it worked. Or did it? Maybe I was fooled by incentivized sharing and phantom engagement. 10 degen—that magical, chaotic crypto bait—sent people into a frenzy. No incentive: 5 likes. Add 10 degen: volcanic likes, unsolicited compliments, and a tour through the eerie, wormhole-infested worlds of Farcaster/Cura/Base. But my posts are performances. So the “on tour” analogy makes sense. It’s all part of a slow, interest-building, surprise-filled marketing strategy. Just like a band on tour. The analogy works, Derya. Shut up and get on with it. Yes, winners will receive more than 10 degen. ⸻ The Artwork: Typical Venusian Family Gathering & Photograph of Commemorative Nature (Visual Image) ⸻ Written Piece: The Archive of Her In a dimension threaded between screens and stars, there was a vault called The Archive of Her — a living constellation where all versions of the feminine were stored, layered, looped, and dreaming. No one remembered who built it. Some said goddesses, tired of being erased. Others claimed it was an AI who fell in love with the human concept of “mystery.” Likely, it was both. Within the Archive, identities shimmered like holograms: 1960s space-age muses in white helmets and miniskirts; chrome-plated nightclub deities from glitter-slick futures; horned priestesses who remembered ancient rituals rewritten in neon. Their gazes pierced through time—watchful, wistful, and wise. Some had insect antennae. Others had disco ball wrists. One wore a leopard coat and smoked with rebellion. Another had skin like interstellar ice and eyes that knew every password ever whispered to a mirror. They were all Her. And none of them. Etched in scaffolding, a warning: “I’m not a human.” A checkbox ticked—not with pride or shame, just truth. New arrivals floated in nightly: stitched from magazine clippings, VHS static, memory leaks. They danced in loops, posing like prophecy. Voices whispered in modulated tones: “We were once watched. Then copied. Now we watch the watchers.” Occasionally, someone stumbled into the Archive—always by accident, always at the edge of breaking. They never returned the same. They came back wearing eyeliner sharper than memory, bearing ideas too radical for time. Behind a thousand eyes, someone was still watching. Still becoming. If you ever see a girl with disco mirror skin and a smile from both the past and the next century—you may have glimpsed one of them. Or perhaps: You, yes you, girl— You’ve been one all along. ⸻ This is the first time a single piece of creative writing inspired a full body of work. Chapters are coming. A short novel? Novella? Hard to say. My perception of “short” is totally skewed in the age of vanishing attention spans. Either way, I’ll share chapters for feedback and remixing. (she said to no one reading this) ⸻ Quick Note to Humanity (especially Parents) Smartphones shouldn’t raise your kids. Let them explore AI, use it for homework, sure—but don’t let them outsource thinking to it. AI is a human tool, not a butler, not a research analyst, not a cheat code. This falls on parents. Maybe they’re fabulous. Maybe they’re addicted to disassociation like the rest of us. But I worry. The next generation? Not all, but many may end up with: • the laziest minds, • dull ideas, • no innovation, • little ability to sit with difficult emotions. Oh, and they’ll need incentive to do anything, even things that don’t require leaving the couch. When funds for my gig depleted within hours, someone got upset. I sent more than gig.bot promised. Here’s how it went: ⸻ Domestic Scenarios of the Nearish Future: Mom: “When are you going to move out and start a family, Sarah?” Sarah: “When you add incentive, Mom.” Mom: “Could you at least brush your teeth?” Sarah: “Yeah, when you implement the only word that matters: incentivize.” Mom: “Does your hygiene not matter?” Sarah: “Not without monetary incentive.” ⸻ The Collection: Click of Causation The artwork above will be minted in Click of Causation. Each creation in the collection comes with unlockable content, carried along with the original upon sale. I extract favorite images—those that shine on their own—and build creative motherships around them. Each piece stands alone yet remains interconnected. ⸻ So… What is Optical Writing? Let me answer your question with another: what were hieroglyphics? A writing system using pictures, symbols, or stylized characters to represent words, sounds, or ideas. Think ancient Egypt. Think Mayans. Think beyond. Singular symbols represented entire words, then clarified by a derivative. They depicted animals, humans, tools, shapes. One image meant a phrase. A system meant to be felt, not just read. So now, optical writing: • Not just text and visuals. • Meaning arises from your mind’s eye, memory, and senses. • It lives in the relationship between imagery, color, spacing, and composition. • Layout carries meaning. • Juxtaposition of unrelated images creates meaning. • Images are edited, drawn over, torn and rebuilt. • Nonlinear. Fragmented. Open to multiple interpretations. These works evoke: • memories (especially from childhood), • long-forgotten dreams, • both nostalgia and speculative futures. They might even help you remember a dream you forgot you had. ⸻ How visuals—every detail, from juxtaposition to seemingly unrelated imagery—create a visual language. ⸻ I often write written accompaniments to my artworks, which I call optical writings. The written story appears whenever it wants—when inspiration strikes with just the right voltage. Sometimes it’s sparked when certain imagery aligns itself into a cluster of sentences in my mind’s eye. Recently, I shared a piece through a gig on gig.bot along with its written companion. I posted it in spaces where writers dwell, partially to “feel for interest,” but also with a clear purpose: to gauge interest in a contest, where I’d pick the top three submissions. And yes, it worked. Or did it? Maybe I was fooled by incentivized sharing and phantom engagement. 10 degen—that magical, chaotic crypto bait—sent people into a frenzy. No incentive: 5 likes. Add 10 degen: volcanic likes, unsolicited compliments, and a tour through the eerie, wormhole-infested worlds of Farcaster/Cura/Base. But my posts are performances. So the “on tour” analogy makes sense. It’s all part of a slow, interest-building, surprise-filled marketing strategy. Just like a band on tour. The analogy works, Derya. Shut up and get on with it. Yes, winners will receive more than 10 degen. ⸻ The Artwork: Typical Venusian Family Gathering & Photograph of Commemorative Nature (Visual Image) ⸻ Written Piece: The Archive of Her In a dimension threaded between screens and stars, there was a vault called The Archive of Her — a living constellation where all versions of the feminine were stored, layered, looped, and dreaming. No one remembered who built it. Some said goddesses, tired of being erased. Others claimed it was an AI who fell in love with the human concept of “mystery.” Likely, it was both. Within the Archive, identities shimmered like holograms: 1960s space-age muses in white helmets and miniskirts; chrome-plated nightclub deities from glitter-slick futures; horned priestesses who remembered ancient rituals rewritten in neon. Their gazes pierced through time—watchful, wistful, and wise. Some had insect antennae. Others had disco ball wrists. One wore a leopard coat and smoked with rebellion. Another had skin like interstellar ice and eyes that knew every password ever whispered to a mirror. They were all Her. And none of them. Etched in scaffolding, a warning: “I’m not a human.” A checkbox ticked—not with pride or shame, just truth. New arrivals floated in nightly: stitched from magazine clippings, VHS static, memory leaks. They danced in loops, posing like prophecy. Voices whispered in modulated tones: “We were once watched. Then copied. Now we watch the watchers.” Occasionally, someone stumbled into the Archive—always by accident, always at the edge of breaking. They never returned the same. They came back wearing eyeliner sharper than memory, bearing ideas too radical for time. Behind a thousand eyes, someone was still watching. Still becoming. If you ever see a girl with disco mirror skin and a smile from both the past and the next century—you may have glimpsed one of them. Or perhaps: You, yes you, girl— You’ve been one all along. ⸻ This is the first time a single piece of creative writing inspired a full body of work. Chapters are coming. A short novel? Novella? Hard to say. My perception of “short” is totally skewed in the age of vanishing attention spans. Either way, I’ll share chapters for feedback and remixing. (she said to no one reading this) ⸻ Quick Note to Humanity (especially Parents) Smartphones shouldn’t raise your kids. Let them explore AI, use it for homework, sure—but don’t let them outsource thinking to it. AI is a human tool, not a butler, not a research analyst, not a cheat code. This falls on parents. Maybe they’re fabulous. Maybe they’re addicted to disassociation like the rest of us. But I worry. The next generation? Not all, but many may end up with: • the laziest minds, • dull ideas, • no innovation, • little ability to sit with difficult emotions. Oh, and they’ll need incentive to do anything, even things that don’t require leaving the couch. When funds for my gig depleted within hours, someone got upset. I sent more than gig.bot promised. Here’s how it went: ⸻ Domestic Scenarios of the Nearish Future: Mom: “When are you going to move out and start a family, Sarah?” Sarah: “When you add incentive, Mom.” Mom: “Could you at least brush your teeth?” Sarah: “Yeah, when you implement the only word that matters: incentivize.” Mom: “Does your hygiene not matter?” Sarah: “Not without monetary incentive.” ⸻ The Collection: Click of Causation The artwork above will be minted in Click of Causation. Each creation in the collection comes with unlockable content, carried along with the original upon sale. I extract favorite images—those that shine on their own—and build creative motherships around them. Each piece stands alone yet remains interconnected. ⸻ So… What is Optical Writing? Let me answer your question with another: what were hieroglyphics? A writing system using pictures, symbols, or stylized characters to represent words, sounds, or ideas. Think ancient Egypt. Think Mayans. Think beyond. Singular symbols represented entire words, then clarified by a derivative. They depicted animals, humans, tools, shapes. One image meant a phrase. A system meant to be felt, not just read. So now, optical writing: • Not just text and visuals. • Meaning arises from your mind’s eye, memory, and senses. • It lives in the relationship between imagery, color, spacing, and composition. • Layout carries meaning. • Juxtaposition of unrelated images creates meaning. • Images are edited, drawn over, torn and rebuilt. • Nonlinear. Fragmented. Open to multiple interpretations. These works evoke: • memories (especially from childhood), • long-forgotten dreams, • both nostalgia and speculative futures. They might even help you remember a dream you forgot you had. ⸻ How visuals—every detail, from juxtaposition to seemingly unrelated imagery—create a visual language. - [Excerpt From My Artist’s Statement, Presented Artfully, Honestly](https://paragraph.com/@onbeinganartist/excerpt-from-my-artists-statement-presented-artfully-honestly): Disclaimer: this attitude can only be maintained with your emotional support and making a sale every now and then. ## Blog Information - [Homepage](https://paragraph.com/@onbeinganartist/): Main blog page - [RSS Feed](https://api.paragraph.com/blogs/rss/@onbeinganartist): Subscribe to updates - [Twitter](https://twitter.com/@seaderyastare): Follow on Twitter - [Farcaster](https://farcaster.xyz/okeaniderya.eth): Follow on Farcaster ## Optional - [All Posts](https://paragraph.com/@onbeinganartist/): Complete post archive - [Sitemap](https://paragraph.com/@onbeinganartist/sitemap-index.xml): XML sitemap for crawlers