Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
Look at the state of yer tits! Vs I’m Tha Goddess - Written by Cassandra Bochsler
Copyright © 2017 Cassandra Bochsler aka The Goddess. All rights reserved. This work is registered with the UK Copyright Service: Registration No: 1483199
Dali's Bizarre Interpretation of Musical Instruments
Do you know the commonality between Salvador Dali and Sigmund Freud? Well yes, as we all know both of them were geniuses in their respective fields.
A Turtle Telling Time
Sea turtles were once regarded as the time-keepers of the ages by the sages and mages. That is, perhaps, why they live so long. These patient reptiles stay to record the times of its beats and measures on the scutes of their shell spines. Turtles in general are catalogued as 'slow' travelers. I beg to differ. Soil or sea, they migrate according to magnetic force of resistance and flow. By phenomenon of weight and matter, they balance time to the numerical state of zero. 'Slow' (or 'fast') is reserved for both the objective and subjective.
Time for me
My palette is full of colour and seated next to a warm chai tea that welcomes me into a new day. The sweet tones of Hozier are filling the air as I nestle in and take a deep breath. I have found time to reset. Ahh the relief.
One thing people might not realise about me when they first meet me, is that I’m autistic. ...five, six, seven... It’s understandable, I didn’t find out myself until my late 20s!
The Smoke to My Bees
I am at constant war with my mind. I struggle with anxiety, depression, paranoia, and addiction. There is a chemical imbalance in my brain that adversely affects my moods and productivity, which means that every day is a battle between my desire for inner peace and the swarm of negative thoughts and emotions that threaten to overwhelm me.
Textiles and Me
I've always enjoyed making things, though it took me a while to find my physical medium. That happened when I joined the Society of Creative Anachronism (SCA) and discovered historical textiles.
The spirit of creation and its' affect on mental health
Rock n' roll and mental health awareness have one thing in common, society has taken its' time to accept both. I have anxiety in the same way I love rock n' roll... I just always have. At the end of everything, everyone has that one thing that quiets the chaos inside of them. That something is a way to express self care and self love, as well as a way to spread love for the human experience. For me, that is the liquid light show, a dying art made famous by early rock n' roll. The liquid light show was made famous by the hippies, looking for the psychedelic visual counterpart to bands like Led Zepplin and Pink Floyd. It was a strange fusion of art and basic chemistry, all glued together via an overhead projector and colored fluids. I knew I loved doing it and I loved how raw I could be with it.
My Ink Therapist
One-inch circle, just below center and slightly to the left. Thick line to hug the circle to its bottom right. Seven switchback squiggles to the left completes the hug.
I was once told when overthinking, write; when underthinking, read. Sometimes I’m capable of neither and in that moment of crisis I debate the shortcomings of communication. If only I could purge the mess in my mind and lay it out to see, I could dissect these thoughts and figure out what the hell is going on with me.
A Space to Breathe
I can't breathe. Or that's how it feels at least. When ANXIETY crawls out of the closet and comes for me, I always try to run. Inevitably, she always catches me. Usually knocking me down in the process. Sitting herself heavily upon my chest, I feel crushed under her weight. She sends me thrashing for air everytime.
The Rabbit Hole
I am an over-the-top personality. I overthink, overlove, over feel, over stress, etc.-it is all or nothing, which is not invariably a negative aspect of my personality when channeled in the right areas. My extremities have helped me to accumulated over fifteen years of experience with insomnia-which comes in waves. Waves of countless replays of things I could have done better or different in my life-reminders of immature mistakes that are set in stone forever. Waves of empathy I feel for people I may have hurt ten years ago. Insomnia is endless reels playing on inner eyelids. I do not come with an off switch, and I have been looking for one for a long time-trust me. These shoulders get heavy, and there are times when I am exhausted and screaming out to no one, “I need a freakin’ break!”