‘Silent scatter brain’ would be an understatement of a description of me. I have always come across quite a relaxed, laid back sort of person but there is a ridiculous amount of silent thinking, considerations and ideas constantly spinning frantically inside my head. Whenever it comes to actually communicating any of these thoughts they just come out as jumbled and scatter as they are flying around my head. They make perfect sense to me but seem utter random, impossibly connected half sentences to anyone nearby.
I can be organised. I have the ability to be organised. Artistically, not at all. Organisation has no place within my artistic world. ‘Artistic organisation’ is tosh, not possible. I do not believe Art comes out of order. Yes, there is an Art in order, ‘Organisation Artistically’, yes. However artistic thinking is not ordered, it does not come from order. Artistic thinking is sporadic.
“Tidy house, Tidy mind”. How boring.
I don’t think I could bear life if my mind ever became tidy.