rev0s
06-03-2009, 08:30 PM
Greetings everyone.
I initially found this site because of the images I now know to be "mirrors", and because I've got some memories of drawing some things that some of these images remind me of.
Not at all similar, mind you, but the interaction and intersection of straight lines always fascinated me, and when somewhere around 5th grade I found a compass, I was off to the races.
Then somewhere shortly after I began to be 'taught' the mathematics of geometry, and this love of the graphic I waved like a flag of victory as a child somehow faded and fell into the back of my mind, and my own proclivities regarding art and math and the world were bent more and more by what seemed to be absolutely pointless, mindless, and vaguely psychotically violent actions of seemingly every fellow human around me.
I descended into the dusty tomes of dense and materialistic, easy-to-question literature that is the hallmark of the Western world as I have come to know it, and in many cases had their 'truths' and 'rights' and 'wrongs' beaten into me, despite my oppressors' inability to answer my questions.
Childhood passed, puberty came and went, I found all the worldly things that could be found to keep a young man busy. You name it; drugs, work, sex, violence, and any and all combination of them and more. Whatever I could do to find more to stuff into the mouth in my mind that wouldn't stop asking these questions, which I had become certain were somewhere between insanity and what everyone always called 'evil', which I knew I must fear because everyone else was sure that would be the end of them, and how was I different from them?
Oh if only I'd ever counted the ways....
And time passed further, and the ways and means I'd used to shut that gaping fucking running uselessness in my head took their toll, and put me in places I'd have rather not have been. However, I lived, and I believe I am ultimately better for it.
But looking around on these images, and the things I've found discussed and that I've learned about from the research that started here or there on these forum pages, well, it started to fill in some blanks I skipped somewhere before I was ten years old.
Sorry for the whole biography, I just....had to relate it to someone, or I guess multiple someones in this case.
Thank you to everyone who has been even the smallest part of making this thing a reality.:)
I initially found this site because of the images I now know to be "mirrors", and because I've got some memories of drawing some things that some of these images remind me of.
Not at all similar, mind you, but the interaction and intersection of straight lines always fascinated me, and when somewhere around 5th grade I found a compass, I was off to the races.
Then somewhere shortly after I began to be 'taught' the mathematics of geometry, and this love of the graphic I waved like a flag of victory as a child somehow faded and fell into the back of my mind, and my own proclivities regarding art and math and the world were bent more and more by what seemed to be absolutely pointless, mindless, and vaguely psychotically violent actions of seemingly every fellow human around me.
I descended into the dusty tomes of dense and materialistic, easy-to-question literature that is the hallmark of the Western world as I have come to know it, and in many cases had their 'truths' and 'rights' and 'wrongs' beaten into me, despite my oppressors' inability to answer my questions.
Childhood passed, puberty came and went, I found all the worldly things that could be found to keep a young man busy. You name it; drugs, work, sex, violence, and any and all combination of them and more. Whatever I could do to find more to stuff into the mouth in my mind that wouldn't stop asking these questions, which I had become certain were somewhere between insanity and what everyone always called 'evil', which I knew I must fear because everyone else was sure that would be the end of them, and how was I different from them?
Oh if only I'd ever counted the ways....
And time passed further, and the ways and means I'd used to shut that gaping fucking running uselessness in my head took their toll, and put me in places I'd have rather not have been. However, I lived, and I believe I am ultimately better for it.
But looking around on these images, and the things I've found discussed and that I've learned about from the research that started here or there on these forum pages, well, it started to fill in some blanks I skipped somewhere before I was ten years old.
Sorry for the whole biography, I just....had to relate it to someone, or I guess multiple someones in this case.
Thank you to everyone who has been even the smallest part of making this thing a reality.:)