Lost in Space

Acrylic on canvas, 2011, 15" x 8".

The journey is confusing, filled with opportunities to go wrong. I wasn't sure where I needed to be. I likened the journey to being lost in space, not knowing which planet to land on. But hopefully one day I will know.

Untitled poem (17/5/2012)

I hate this world and all it represents.
I just need to go home.
I hate the way they make me feel,
The way I lost all hope of return.
I hate that they don't believe me,
My need to go home and be free.
I hate what they do to make me stay,
They took my hope from me today.
I hate the accusations that they make
And all they do to prove me wrong.
I hate the Earth people's plan.
All I want is to return.
I hate that they make me live a lie,
The way they stop me finding the truth.
I hate the way they put me down,
Discredit reality because it suits them to.
I hate living as someone I'm not,
But 'reality' is a dirty word to them.
I hate all the pretending,
How they make me live on the wrong planet
And stop me from going home.

Quick update

I haven't posted recently because things have been a little on the annoying side.

I am still painting and writing, but haven't decided what I want to share here. I will post something in the near future. But for now just a short rant.

Things have changed a little. I find myself not caring about things, not bothered about things that once not so long ago I knew were important. So I have decided to aim for a compromise, which hopefully will be better than either extreme. A few weeks ago, it was too important to find the answers. Too important that it was causing me stress. The answers I was looking for were not easy to find, and I haven't yet found them. Yet over the last week or so I have found that I don't particularly care whether I do or don't find them.

So why can't they matter, but not to the extent that it frustrates me so much? This I can live with. I don't want to lose sight of what I need to know (the answers I am on about are not the great philosophical answers, but answers to a personal situation), but equally I need to know that I am making the best of the situation as it is and not letting it get me down.

One day I hope it will all come to me, not as one of my 'revelations' (that usually turn out to be wrong) but as an answer I know I can trust. And I hope that day is sooner rather than later. Plus I hope I still care about resolving the situation in question, and I haven't let it be forgotten.

Journey through lightning skies

Acrylic on canvas, 2011, 12" x 9.5".

I painted this at a time of much confusion. I had recently started on a medication and my world was falling apart. Everything I had known and been so clear of before was becoming uncertainty, and it was very disconcerting. I could go as far as saying that I felt like I was losing touch with reality.

It was about 6 months later that I finally felt I could stay where I was. But that part of the journey was a very rocky road.

Still if I have a flare up of symptoms, which seems to always happen when I get too stressed, I go through the confusion stage as things start to calm down. But for some reason, I find it a lot more difficult and disconcerting to come out of an episode than to go into one. There is a relief when I enter a delusion, sort of 'I have finally figured it out', that never is repeated on the way back to so called reality. And that is annoying.

Hope

It seems like time for a more positive post. Between all the stresses in life, and unwanted symptoms, hope seems to be forgotten. But hope is also important, and what moves us forward.

A few years ago, hope seemed an impossible dream. Nobody understood me or where I was coming from. Nobody respected me or my ideas. Family were holding me back, and friends were few and far between. But finally last year I was able to turn my life around. I now have good friends and a future. The worst of my demons have become part of my past, and not so much in the present.

I know the journey is long, but more recently I have been enjoying that journey more. And if I do take a wrong turning then the way back is a lot better signposted than it used to be. Wrong turnings don't always lead to setbacks, but detours. It might take longer to get back on track, but I don't need to find myself back at square one.

Aliens

There once was a time where I felt that I didn't belong on this planet. Well I say once but this is a feeling that has come and gone a number of times over the last few years. I can't say for certain when it started, but I suspect 2009 when people I know started criticising everything I said.

Most recently was Christmas, going into January. I was desperate to find my spaceship, that I believed had been stolen by those who were trying to get me to stay on the planet where I did not belong. I was frustrated, and desperate to get home. No longer am I searching for the spaceship, but even now there are times when I feel that actually I do not belong on this planet and it doesn't feel like home. Just thankfully not to the same intensity.

This blog is called 'Journey Through Space', but equally my life has been a journey through space. For now I guess I have given up trying to get home.

But could I name a time when I did feel 'at home'? I don't think so. Is it possible that back in 2006 I was just put on this planet, an alien disguised as human? Well there has certainly been times when that seemed the most likely option. I have had to get to a point where I could live on this planet without feeling that I am not supposed to be here. I have even had to get to a point where I appear as though I do belong here, so nobody caught on and tried to sabotage my returning home.

It might have been a case of disagreement. It might have been a case of wanting to escape my family once and for all. It could have been anything.

I don't know why I am writing this today. The thought just crossed my mind earlier that I should write about aliens on my blog, whilst I was randomly thinking about space travel and the impact it has had on my life. I know in some ways that this is just a follow on to my musings on philosophy and the nature of reality that I posted a few weeks ago. So sorry if I have repeated myself.

Not feeling too creative right now

I've not bothered to post anything here lately, mainly because things are not going too well right now. I'm not ignoring you. I will get back to posting pictures and poems soon.

Every day is a battle at times like this. My anxiety has been through the roof lately. The reason is somebody I used to know has been a negative influence on me for a long time. I've known for years, but now everything is a lot clearer. Trying to stay in control and avoid the influences of this person is a full time job.

Taking a break, distracting myself, is all I can do. Perhaps that is all any of us can do at times like these. But sometimes that is just not enough. The need to escape, the 'impossible dream' (much as I hate the word impossible, because nothing is impossible), is all too often there and all consuming. The need to escape from the influences of the evil one is the need for a complete escape, so much more than a stop gap. All the time I need to break free, but all the time I am reminded that I cannot.

This ongoing frustration often comes up in my creative expression. I need to get it all out somehow, so that it doesn't eat me up inside and erode my personal identity. Surely it is not too much to ask that I can be myself, the me I have always been.

But though many battles are lost, the war is not over yet.

Which planet am I landing on?

Acrylic on canvas, 2011, 12" x 9.5".

Confusion was the main inspiration behind this painting. For so long people had been desperately trying to tell me I was wrong, but I never understood why. I didn't see that I could be wrong, and it seemed that nobody around me could see that I could be right. I'll not go any further into philosophy here, as I mentioned it in my previous post.

Times have changed a lot since then. Now it is not so often that I come up against the accusations and the confusion as to why everyone is so keen to prove me wrong. So maybe this means that I have landed on the right planet, at least some of the time anyway.

A bit of philosophy

Space is a big place. Many planets. So how can we know when we have landed on the right one?

OK so that might make no sense to most people, but I wanted to open with something about space that also brings up the question that has been on my mind quite a lot over the last year or so. I often refer to the journey I have been on these last few years as a journey through space, trying to find the right planet (hence the name of this blog). This has been even more so in the last year.

But seriously, how can we actually know that we are on the right planet? How can we know that we are not lost in space?

The big question that has been a part of my journey, particularly over the last year, is 'what exactly is reality?'. Maybe some of you have picked up something along these lines from my paintings and poems that I have posted so far here, and there will be more to come in the future. There have been times of much confusion along my journey, where I really have felt that I was lost in space and desperate to return home. And also times of much certainty, when I would refuse to accept my friends telling me that I was not on the planet I so much thought I was on.

These days things aren't so bad. I'm settled here on what I mostly think is planet Earth. But I equally know that I cannot be certain of where I am. There are times on this journey that I decide to turn back, because I believe that I have been sent in the wrong direction.

It annoys me when one person decides that they are the one who knows all of reality and we should all listen to them, because everybody who disagrees is wrong. For many years I thought I was that person, but getting through to the world around me was something that I never managed to figure out how to do. I'm glad that I no longer believe this as it has definitely taken one of my worries away from me. But most people (and I do realise it is just human nature) will claim that they are the ones who have the answers - 'what I believe is the true reality'.

But truth is nobody can know.

Funnily enough, my own belief that I was the one who knew all reality and everyone should listen to me turned out to be a delusion. What I so much thought was the reality I needed to share with everyone (if only I could work out how to get through to them) turned out to be me stuck in the middle of a psychotic episode.

So how stupid do I feel now, knowing all that? Answer is quite a lot.

But the question still remains, as it will always do. I am not saying we are all psychotic, but we do tend to always trust our own views over those of the people around us. I must admit I hate being proven wrong, and the more convinced I was over something the more I hate when people say I am wrong. But I do have a point here. How can those who say something is wrong or untrue know this for certain?

I wonder if we do all experience delusions to some extent, just not significant enough to cause us problems. And nobody likes to be proven wrong. When people accuse me of getting it wrong, my tendency is to find more evidence (whether real or imaginary) to prove that actually I am right. So can't I suggest that this is a completely normal behaviour? Well it certainly seems logical.

I don't think that anyone can know 'true reality' (whatever that is). The question will always be there. We are all doomed to be always lost in space, whether trying to find Earth (well assuming that Earth is the right planet) or happy on whatever planet we find ourselves on.

I hope I haven't confused everyone too much!

Demon Possession

Acrylic on canvas, 2011, 15" x 8".

For a long time I believed that I was demon possessed, and this painting is a representation of that. These days I am pleased to say that I no longer feel the same.

The Abyss

I am finally back, so here is a picture.

Acrylic on canvas, 2010, 12" x 15.75".

Following on a similar theme from 'Infestation', that I posted here in December. At the time of painting, I really felt that I was being taken over by what I can only describe as a mind controlling parasite. The feelings of my thoughts not being my own was horrible, and created a sense of desperation. It was this experience that landed me at the doctor's surgery in early 2011, desperate for a pill to make it go away (if such a thing even existed, and I wasn't particularly convinced to be honest). Well the good news is that it did exist, and I no longer experience the thought control.

I will post some more recent paintings when I get round to taking photos of them. After all, though I was stuck at this particular point on my journey for a long time, I have moved much further on over the last year or so.

Need a break

This is going to be my last post for a while. Things are getting too much at this point in time, so I have decided to take a break from blogging.

I hope 2012 is going better for you than it is for me.

2011

Happy new year all!

2011 was definitely a strange year for me. I'd say it was a good year with a few bad points. But it has definitely had its ups and downs. Perhaps a lot more so than any other recent year.

I'll post some of the paintings that have come from the journey I have made this year over the next few months. It seemed very much in 2011 that I was heading somewhere that I was not familiar with. This also being why I chose the pseudonym 'Lost in Space', because I have definitely been very much lost in space over the last few months.

But there has definitely been some really good moments. In September I started a counselling skills course at my local college, which has been really interesting. I have also met some really nice people there.

And also in November I decided to go vegetarian. That being something I have wanted to do for a while, but unfortunately life got in the way. It was definitely the right time in November.

2011 will also go down as the year when I was finally able to return to better health. Things still aren't perfect, but overall I am coping much  better than what I was this time last year. I know what has been causing all my troubles, and can now work around the symptoms. The lost in space feeling has been a big part of this recovery, and at times has been really scary. I have certainly wanted to go back to where I was, but have kept going through all the challenges to get to a much better place.

I am hoping for a calmer and less confusing 2012, but only time will tell whether this will happen or not. Best wishes to all who read this blog.

Inner Torment (15/6/2011)

No need to discredit the truth.
Hurt and betrayed by the lies.
Angry,
Internal rage ever growing.
Do I have no right to my own opinion?
Reality just an annoyance
The people cannot accept,
Their sight blinded by absurdity.
Hatred burns deep,
The inner torment.
But I hold the truth,
Enlightenment is mine.
Never a need to discredit the truth.

Infestation

Acrylic on canvas, 2010, 8" x 8" (yes the photo is a bit crap, but it does show the main part of the painting).

The feeling that 'me' was being taken over and eaten away by a parasite. The loss of everything that was me. Quite negative, yes, but the feelings were so intense at the time. Thankfully I no longer feel the same.

Inside My Mind

Acrylic on canvas, 2010, 16" x 20".

Have you ever felt like you are trying to look through all the clutter and confusion, not knowing what is what? That was what inspired this painting.

It has been a while...

I haven't been too creative lately. Yes, what I am posting here is mainly old stuff I have painted or written over the last couple of years. But along with not being too creative, I also haven't been keeping up with posting here. That is just how it goes sometimes.

So how about I say a little about my journey through life so far, seeing as that is the main inspiration behind all of my creative endeavours.

I started writing in 2006. That year I just wrote and wrote and wrote. I'm not saying that any of it was any good at that time. And I unfortunately no longer have anything that I wrote back then, due to a need to relocate quickly to get away from some stuff that was happening (and I do not wish to go into any more detail at this stage). I just upped and ran, leaving everything behind except the bare essentials.

In 2007, I discovered that I could express myself through poetry and wrote quite a lot of poems about various situations I found myself in at the time. I still write poetry to this day, but definitely nowhere near as much as what I did back then.

The painting started in 2008, sort of by accident actually. Again it was mainly a means of expressing myself at a time I could no longer trust anyone. But I enjoyed it and also became good at it (even if I say so myself, but I do believe that I am a good artist). So in time, this became my main means of self expression. I have a number of my paintings up on my walls at home, and they almost always start conversations.

Finally this year I decided that I wanted to try writing a novel. By now I am much more committed to writing than what I was in 2006, and am determined to finish this novel. I have tried many times with many different ways of expressing the things happening to the main character, but in the end settled for the most simple chronological order. I am only still at the beginning of this project, but hopefully it will keep me occupied for some time yet.

I hope this post gives a little bit of background.

Conspiracy (13/6/2011)

I wanted to find the truth,
But instead found hatred and anger -
Knowing they tried to hurt me,
And control me.
But I can't let them win.

I wanted to find the truth,
But instead found absurdity -
Scheming to hinder my recovery,
And lie to me.
But I am the Enlightened One.

The truth is mine for the taking,
I am already there!

Travelling through alternate realities

Acrylic on canvas, 2010, 24" x 18".

Inspired by a holiday in Llandudno, Wales.

The 'alternate realities' are faith, confusion, grandeur, conflict, at the mercy of others, and fantasy.

The butterfly represents travelling through all these feelings, and is not part of the painting. Instead, it was attached after I finished painting.

Sheep (11/9/2011)

No individuality,
Blindly following the Absurdity.
They persecute the enlightened few,
The ones who know the Truth.
They defend their delusion,
Desperate to prove me wrong.
But I stand by the Truth,
The knowledge that led me to Enlightenment.
I'm an individual,
I'm not a sheep.