One of my favorite paintings is Goya’s “The Dog.”
The Dog is the name usually given to a painting by Spanish artist Francisco Goya, now in the Museo del Prado, Madrid.
The Dog is one of the Black Paintings Goya painted directly onto the walls of his house sometime between 1819 and 1823. He did not intend the paintings for public exhibition.
I see a dog lost in a dark sea, struggling to keep its head above the waves, staring at an unfriendly sky. It speaks to me about the dark struggle that is life and the inevitably of death.
As much as I have become a “fan” of soul crushing existentialism, I’m also a sucker for Absurdism. Which is why I’m commissioning a piece of Goya’s “The Dog” with Facebook’s Shiba Inu sticker pack dog’s head.
Specifically the one where it is catching the frisbee, but sans frisbee.
The final result will look something like this:
I don’t want to print it out because I think the violence of the background expresses itself better through rough painting on a canvas. It would be nice if the doggo’s head was very crisp compared to the roughness of the background. Making it obvious how out of place it is in the painting.
To me it expresses the distraction from the horror of reality through digital media. I think it is especially potent because there is a chance that technology will be the ark that saves humanity and that the dog does not wait eagerly, expectantly, in vain.
The dog retains its skyward gaze, but this time in unbridled optimism. Not because there is anything there but even when drowning there is no reason not to choose to be happy.
I will call the piece: Bork into the void
The Dog – Wikipedia
I’m afraid of depression.
I’m afraid it will come back one day.
I’m afraid to use the word in reference to myself.
I’m afraid because depression almost killed me.
I’m afraid because I didn’t know why I was so depressed.
I’m afraid because I wasn’t aware how close I was to killing myself.
I’m afraid that depression has left deep scars on my mind that will take time to heal.
But I know that I can’t be afraid to talk about it.
Not talking about how I was really feeling is what let me wander through the woods until I was so lost I couldn’t find my way back.
Not talking about how I felt is what caused the years of repression that I still feel today. The years that knotted my mind with their insidious defense mechanisms. Being emotionally dead but calling it ‘stoic.’ Giving no fucks but actually suffocating in apathy. Seeming fearless when really I had given up on trying to live.
I’m ready to talk about it. I’m still hurting but those times are distant enough, like some sort of sad, strange dream that I can begin to reflect.
I need to talk about it. I grow distant, speechless and my eyes well up when I think about the past, but I have not properly grieved. I have felt the need to cry for months now but, the tears never come. The barriers in my mind have been trained to carefully scrutinize any inbound stimulus and any outbound emotion. I have forgotten how to feel and it’s taking time to learn to open up to my emotions again.
As much as I recognize what those long sleepless nights were about in retrospect, I feel as if I haven’t properly internalized them. There’s a difference between knowing what they were about and admitting to yourself how bad things were. Writing this post helps.
This is definitely not my first blog. If its past incarnations are any indication, this will also not be my last. My blogs are like Iodine-131; they decay in a little over a week and being near them isn’t good for your health.
Ok, enough of that. Let’s get this first post out of the way so I can write about something substantive.
Substantive things like:
Mostly corvids, [ red ] pandas, orcas, octopuses and doggos.
Projects, Algorithms, AI, etc… The usual stuff.
I want to stop staring into the void but it’s everywhere.
Tranny Bullshit (TBS)
Lots of this for the next year because it’s always on my mind and when it’s not I’m constantly reminded.
With a smattering of ranting, whinging and self aggrandizement thrown in for good measure.
Oh, and before I forget. I like this theme a great deal but it’s actually really awful for presenting most of the content I’ll be presenting. But the dark background and typewriter-esque text reminds me of the stupid websites I used to read as a child late into the night.