Right Mind Inclined

Like any good artist, I’m passionate, scatterbrained, and indecisive. Writing a blog focused on one clear, specific theme? Yeah, not gonna happen. Choose between my love for music, writing, and art? I laugh, my friend, I laugh.  So welcome to the right side of my brain, where I talk about anything and everything creative, poetic, and magical- none of my passions feel left out! I promise I wi...

I believe in magic. Feel free to call me silly, but it won’t change my belief.  Let me start this by saying no, I don’t believe in brew a potion magic or mythical creature magic, or superhero magic or wave a wand or flourish a hand magic. The magic I believe in is realer than reality, more elusive than time, and far deeper than the deepest ocean. It isn’t of logic, it isn’t of the body, i...

I tend to feel lonely and, sometimes, fall into these phases of feeling detached from the world in a surreal way, almost as if I am trapped inside of a snow globe, as if a sheet of glass separates me from people and my surroundings; these phases where if I go through well-known places and see well-known faces, I feel as if I know them only from a lucid dream and not real memories. I feel disconnec...

Melancholy is beautiful, and it seems most every poet is attracted to the dismal, passionate, dreamy, musical, lonely personality of it. The infatuation for sadness and melancholy has been present in poetry and music since poets first picked up a pen and musicians sat down to an instrument. Take the most famous example of a melancholy poet: Edgar Allen Poe, known for his macabre, atmospheric, darkness...

Anyone who is close to me knows I have an obsession with Irish rock band U2 and could talk about them for hours. If you choose to read this, this is going to be me doing just that.  (This isn’t going to be a traditional album review by the way, but rather describe the album and its music in more abstract ways). The U2 album Achtung Baby (‘Achtung’ meaning ‘attention’ or ‘watch out’...

WHAT IS A POET? For my unpredictable mood, I have given a reason, Declaring I am but a poet! I do not live inside the confounds of normalities! And though a simple definition I have given, The mind of a poet is anything but that, So you may understandably ask, But what is a poet? Why he is a dreamer, my friend, Who is fascinated by the dark, A person quite insane, Bu...

Something I love about art is that it’s messy. Art is a reflection of the painter, which means it’s of human essence and therefore should not be perfect either. Perfect, pristine paintings don’t sit right with me. I like it when the brush strokes are staccato and suggestive rather than perfectly neat, or when sketches are composed of scribbles. I like it when pieces aren’t matted and the artwork...

Not to state the obvious, but life can be quite stressful and draining sometimes, especially in times like these. If you are in need of some inner peace and reignited wonder, I would recommend looking at the romanticism painting ‘Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog’, by Caspar David Friedrich. I often return to gazing at it when reality weighs a little bit heavy upon my heart, creative inspiration come...

Although I don’t change myself, I do hide myself away, and while what I do show is me, it’s a very small percentage of me. Just because I speak the truth about myself doesn’t mean I don’t retain most of it. Which is this Friday’s topic: we’re going to be talking about being yourself, which is both a cliche and something I personally struggle with- something I think we all struggle with, to...

That summer,  It was filled with restless nights & loss, And I grieved for a life I was forced to leave,  And I questioned the cost,  And I experienced an anger, I tried to suppress, But just couldn’t deny any longer.   That summer, I learned you watch sunsets,  That you’re afraid of people just like I am.   That summer,  Every day was fille...

I can’t quite place my finger on what it is exactly, but I know something is missing. I know I feel like I don’t really belong, and that there’s often something separating me from my surroundings. I’m always looking for something to feel, something new to analyze and explore, something to dive into and simply sit with for a while.  I don’t quite know what it is I’m searching for specifically- no, I don�...