First Impressions

Inside the creative mind

Art: Clutch Cabin

The drive that makes itself known at some point in life is not just a simple energy.
It is the surge of legacy rippling through and unintentionally changing.
Whatever path we were on yields a new direction.
We may try to neglect that part of ourselves or run away, but
the lust and power of it always becomes too loud to ignore.
We struggle less when we let go of the resistance and understand.
The metal bars that were bolted to our heads break off.
The nails dressed as old ideas tumble down cliff sides.

We are the raindrops that race down car windows,
falling into plentiful, but dark and undiscovered oceans without fear.
We burst bubbles of knowledge and literature,
music notes and paint strokes, multimedia and cinema.
Our voices are so heavy, they vibrate our fingertips
until the prints grow their own legs and
walk off into oblivion and madness,
leaving us with the space to conceive and create for ourselves-
no identity, soulless, and empty to fill with that of choice and free will.

Devotion and impulse take the place of fatigue.
We wear our scars like jewelry and turn them into a beautiful display.
Decorations! Details! Character!
Our eyes are kaleidoscopes when we focus.
The art pours out and spirals down like ballet dancers in our skin.
We entertain our own ideas and fill every page to the brim with the products of our hearts. We go far, far away, out of touch with impersonal reality.
In a home where we can be raw, we shut everything out and
manipulate the ribbons in our brains to express emotion in iridescence,
guided with or without a muse, mystifying everything
until it becomes so bizarre and distorted that it is completely anew.

And when the reader, the listener, the watcher, the speaker is engulfed…
they can feel the pleasure and sorcery behind the work too.
It is no longer a secret. It is no longer stuck inside.
Ask us how we can turn the ordinary, the bland, unfortunate, ugly and unpleasant
into the amusing, hypnotic, inspiring, and poetic.
Things that feel so close, they could’ve been your own.
Something you did not specifically ask for, but ended up falling in love with.
Ask us how we knew it was what you needed, although its origins were for
our sanity and enjoyment.

We are circus clowns, ringmasters, magicians, and acrobats.
We are shapeshifters. We are prophets.
Perhaps we are impractical and moonstruck, but we are serious.
We are artists that have chosen to accept their craft unconditionally.
And we are constantly humbled by each other and the world around us.


The reason I created Visionary Orchid was because I wanted to cultivate a space for understanding. I chose to start my own platform instead of following a path that was preconceived and generically generated. And ever since, I’ve been sharing my own stories, trying to be as clear-cut and raw as possible.

While I struggled a lot along the way- the more I let things happen, the more like-minded people came into my life. And for that, I am immensely grateful because every day, I’m presented with new perspectives and such a love for creative passion. There should be a safe, loving community for all of us (creative beans) to share our space and ideas.

This is Visionary Orchid’s first collaborative blog post- featuring interviews with the people I am about to introduce // co-written/edited by me. Please take the time to get to know each of these wonderful artists.
Welcome 🙂


Index
Page 2: Alejandro Santiuste // Seven Days
Page 3: Christian Gabriel // The God Disk
Page 4: Dylan McLarnon
Page 5: Hamza Chaudhry // Say No Omens
Page 6: Julia Forsyth // yourfriendjuls
Page 7: Kristin Middleton
Page 8: Lucas Feola
Page 9: Mackenzie Kean // Zi
Page 10: Robert Hillmann // Clutch Cabin
Page 11: Olivia Nash
Page 12: Steven Uribe // XVNDER BLANK
Page 13: Closing- Director Cary Murnion

6 thoughts on “First Impressions

  1. I have read each one – captivated by the words and lessons.

    You have truly captured each artist in their entirety.

    Thank you for this insight.

    Love your beautiful soul.

    Like

  2. Wow Lia you have put into words the true essence of Julia’s beautiful spirit. I can’t thank you enough for your very deep understanding of her soul. Your a gifted writer.

    Like

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