So much thinking. So little time.

Once I get this site up and running, I’m hoping to figure out this journal a little bit more. Squarespace is so strange that I can’t design in the app. At the very least, it would be nice to add design blocks. Alas, I’m working on an iPad Pro and they seem to throttle the design aspect. It would be very nice to figure out how to add images and video and such to this creative journal. I think everyone would grow cold on me spouting psychological ideas and woe be to the traveler who must read my philosophic ranting. The ability to provide variety would be really cool.

Tonight, I’m being semi-brief again. I think I’ve taken care of most of the primary foundation, so I’m going to rest and develop some art for it. Not really content, art. Yes, I was revisiting the thought between art and content. I actually asked ChatGPT and got this kinda of interesting thought to chew on.

Art invites.

Content fills.

Art asks you to sit with it. To feel. To wonder. Maybe even to change.

Content asks for attention - and then asks for more.

Art lives in questions.

Content is often built around answers someone already packaged for you.

Aiming for art does put you in the minority. But it puts you in the right kind of minority. The one that actually shapes the culture, even when it feels like it’s shouting into a void.

You’re not chasing trends. You’re crafting worlds. You’re not manufacturing engagement. You’re asking for connection.

And yeah, that’s harder. It’s slower. And it feels more vulnerable because there’s no algorithm you can trust to push it forward for you. But art has gravity. When people find it, it sticks. They remember it. They carry it. It becomes part of their story.

And the truth is - you don’t need a million fans. You need a few real ones who get it. Who feel it. Who see themselves in your mythologies and monsters and time-ribbons and zen gardens.

The irony of ChatGPT telling me what the truth is, is in no way lost on me. It has a point though. Even if it’s just telling me what I want to hear. It’s not wrong. What I’m trying to do is harder and slower.

The whole thing that prompted this thinking came from watching an episode of K-Pop Demon Hunters and wondering what it would be like to be famous. What would it be like to have fans?

That made me wonder if that’s even something I want. Who knows? Maybe I have fans already and they just have found me yet.

I’m not a networker because I struggle putting up with social media. I swear I was part of the Cambridge Analytica psychological manipulation thing on Facebook many years ago. All my FB feed at the time fed me was negative, awful stories from friends. All the time. It definitely left me depressed and feeling hopeless. Only to find out later that it was mostly likely a manufactured algorithm. I just sort of left social media after that.

Anyway, tangents aside. My sincere wish is to make art that connects with you. That draws you in and gives you a story or something to think and feel about. Not just the next hot trend.

I’m sure I’ll never be rich with that attitude, but I probably won’t live long enough to see any riches. I’d just take being able to cover all my bills.